Not a Love Story
It's not a love story.
It's not a coming of age.
It's not the kind of thing you put into a play.
It's just a small story,
Just two friends all grown up.
It happens. It happens.
It happens one day.
One day.
We saw our breath though it was hardly winter.
A passer by would say he'd seen it all before.
The folded arms, the wounded eyes,
The signs that we both ignored.
The old cathedral looming in the shadows,
The only thing we saw amid the thread of tears.
We didn't speak. Our lips were numb.
The world didn't crumble.
You say goodbye, but do you know it's really over?
You say goodbye, but do you comprehend it?
You go along thinking that things like this never change.
And they go and change.
It's not a love story.
It's not a coming of age.
It's not the kind of thing you put into a play.
It's just a small story,
Just two friends all grown up.
It happens. It happens.
It happens one day.
Why
Does it keep coming back to one dark second?
We're skipping physics just to hold each other's hands.
Our stomaches quake, our fresh mistake.
We go on demanding more.
Until we're sleeping in a squalid dorm room.
Below a bunk we hold each other so tight,
'Cause there's not room here at all
We have to spoon or we'll fall,
But we refuse.
We will not say the bed is too small
For us.
We only wanted more unending
More.
A horizon stretching out as far as we can see.
I'd have you. You'd have me.
As sure as time would pass,
As permanent as stone cathedrals.
Maybe if we hadn't skipped physics,
We'd know everything has a decay.
We hadn't learned yet that each romance has a last day.
Cathedral bells ring out to mark the hour,
Reminding us that this was just another night,
And hours pass, and morning breaks,
And somehow there's still some light.
You say goodbye but do you really know it's over?
You say goodbye but do you comprehend it?
There was a time when you were sure some things never change,
But that can also change.
It's not a love story.
It's just a small story,
And it happens one day.
Why today?
It's not a coming of age.
It's not the kind of thing you put into a play.
It's just a small story,
Just two friends all grown up.
It happens. It happens.
It happens one day.
One day.
We saw our breath though it was hardly winter.
A passer by would say he'd seen it all before.
The folded arms, the wounded eyes,
The signs that we both ignored.
The old cathedral looming in the shadows,
The only thing we saw amid the thread of tears.
We didn't speak. Our lips were numb.
The world didn't crumble.
You say goodbye, but do you know it's really over?
You say goodbye, but do you comprehend it?
You go along thinking that things like this never change.
And they go and change.
It's not a love story.
It's not a coming of age.
It's not the kind of thing you put into a play.
It's just a small story,
Just two friends all grown up.
It happens. It happens.
It happens one day.
Why
Does it keep coming back to one dark second?
We're skipping physics just to hold each other's hands.
Our stomaches quake, our fresh mistake.
We go on demanding more.
Until we're sleeping in a squalid dorm room.
Below a bunk we hold each other so tight,
'Cause there's not room here at all
We have to spoon or we'll fall,
But we refuse.
We will not say the bed is too small
For us.
We only wanted more unending
More.
A horizon stretching out as far as we can see.
I'd have you. You'd have me.
As sure as time would pass,
As permanent as stone cathedrals.
Maybe if we hadn't skipped physics,
We'd know everything has a decay.
We hadn't learned yet that each romance has a last day.
Cathedral bells ring out to mark the hour,
Reminding us that this was just another night,
And hours pass, and morning breaks,
And somehow there's still some light.
You say goodbye but do you really know it's over?
You say goodbye but do you comprehend it?
There was a time when you were sure some things never change,
But that can also change.
It's not a love story.
It's just a small story,
And it happens one day.
Why today?
Credits
Writer(s): Kait Kerrigan, Brian Lowdermilk
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