so this is goodbye and thanks for the memories
i hope we can keep correspondence and still keep it friendly
there's no one to blame and nothing to tend to
don't forget to return all the sweaters and books that I lent you

and when you fall don't be ashamed
you learn the most from mistakes that you've made
another wheel in love's machine
there's no such thing as a perfect routine

the lesson was learned. can we make a progression?
what began as an innocent crush soon became an obsession
so i sit here alone with memory rejected
impatiently searching for someone to fuck up again with

and when you fall don't be ashamed
you learn the most from mistakes that you've made
another wheel in love's machine
there's no such thing as a perfect routine