It’s time to turn the page,
He doesn’t show much these days,
It’s gets so fucking cold,
I loved his secrets places,
But I can’t go anymore,
I never was the fanatasy,
Of what he want,
Want me to be,
It’s time to turn the page,
When pianos try to be guitars,
Well boy I know we’re dying,
And there’s no sign of a parachute,
We jumped without it,
I’m sorry that I never showed this secret part of me,
When you run around like you don’t care,
I’m suddenly aware,
That it’s time to say goodbye.