Said you'd be gone for the day, so I could come and get my things Found that box beneath our bed, full of keepsakes that we kept And now we're throwing all away Five by sevens of your smile, haven't seen that in a while Little Post It Notes and cards, i's dotted with hearts In the words you used to write Here we are, the best of us is all just faded ink I never thought at the time we made those memories, that's all they'd be And you and me would wind up right here later, better on paper Pages stacked up on the desk, bullet points of all this mess Little X's by the lines where the lawyer said to sign To lay this thing to rest Here we are, the end of us is all typed out in ink I never thought we'd get to where we couldn't even speak, it's hard to believe The worst of us would wind up right here later, better on paper A couple strangers, just better on paper