Lyrics
What a time
Kinda sucks
That the night ends like this
I won't call
But can we call
This for what it is
Weekends
Staring at the ceiling
Holding up the pretense
We could ever be friends when we
Both know we should hit unfollow
Taking down the pictures
Is the hardest pill to swallow
There's no pretty way to break a heart
Breaking up is modern art
One by one
Tell our friends
All our practiced lines
Pull the frames
Double coat
Different paint this timе
Now I spend my weeknights
Blowing out the streetlights
No one on my lеft it's
Kinda hard to sleep right when we
Both know we should hit unfollow
You're not in the story
You still watch them all though
There's no pretty way to break a heart
Breaking up is modern art