Is this the last time I come to this house? Are we the weak kind, moved by our own doubt? Can we not be the same as we used to be? How can we get out of this, how can we get out of this mess? How can we be our best? Stayed in my old room after a party Felt good without you. Felt like I wanted to Back home you're all alone, but we fight over the phone Was that the last time that we'd Was that the last time that we'd kiss? How did we swing and miss? Of all the love that we rose above this one will be something of A hard thing that just gets harder A clipped wing that just won't fly again How can we not pretend This is the last time that we, this is the last time that we love How can we rise above?