As If

So you drop the atom
Like fruit from a tree
When Eve departs for greener gardens
Her partner dies of empathy

This branch of an olive, this spell that I cast
Says you weren't my first love, you won't be my last
You left your mark but the dyes weren't colorfast

You can't be serious and I could not be more so
Your mean words in kind tones are butter knives in my torso
I see the future, you're rewriting the past
Well, you weren't my rudder and I won't be your mast
No sense making headway when you're avoidantly attached

So go to Boston
(As if) you always knew this would end there
(As if) true friends are rare, but I'm not

I'll find a town to get lost in
(As if) all my time is run out of here
(As if) this I'm aware

So I'll commit, keep your candle lit
You'll write a check and cancel it
You'll break a heart when you're scared of it
And fly on



Credits
Writer(s): Jesse Whitehouse
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