A Means to an End

At the foot of my bed
With fingers in our eyes
You threw your temper out on words
That i threw right back at you

You smash it on the floor
And ill pick up all the pieces
I cant let you go without
One more try

For old times
For old times
For old times
For old times

You reminded me
Of when we first met
On a night out
Every word we said
It was far out
But i hate to think
That someone like you
Might give in to time and cease

Every word i say is
A means to an end
I hope you realize that im still one call away

I am not without you
But if youre gone for good
I'll search for you in everyone i meet

For old times
For old times
For old times
For old times

I get the urge to leave the town
Ill rent a place in london
Ill earn my way
Through bar gigs
And disappear

Ill give in to what i love
For old times
Now your arms crossed
And my tongue's sharp
For all i care
You can pack your things
And walk out the door
But i couldnt believe
That someone like you
Would give in to time and cease

"lika a different person"
"okay so like in like a better way or a diff- uhh bad way?"
"i dont know you know"
"bro i-"
"okay that means you're saying it in a bad way right?"