It all seems so much more
Obscure than I remembered
The streetlight might now seem
A slight more vague
I can’t help it
It’s the first time it’s been harder
To hold on than to let you
Go

It’s poetic justice
The first time I need to tough it out
Being the first time I’m almost
Too weak to see it through
And it’s funny
In that twisted way I love so much
How my wall it’s taken years to build
Now threatens to tear us down

I can’t make it easier
On you or me or what’s left
Of in-between
I can’t fix things
I’d never have the heart
To break
So forgive me, I’m a cynic
And tell me, for a minute
Why I can’t let me let you
Go

And it all seems so much more
Obscure than I remembered
So I still sit under the
Streetlight in the dark
I can’t help it
It’s never been so hard to choose
To hold on or to let you
Go

It’s no kind of justice
Making me sit here and tough it out
When we both know damn-well I’m
Too weak to see it through
But it’s funny
In that twisted way I love so much
How blurry Waterlick Road looks through
These cold and worn-out eyes

I can’t make it easier
On you or me or what’s left
Of in-between
I can’t mend hearts
I’d never dare to break
So forgive me, I’m a cynic
And tell me, for a minute
Why I’d never-ever let you
Go
Go
Go!
Go!
Go.