Curtains - Parenthetical Girls

Under a sky of patent leather

Together for one last night

And when it’s time just remember

That these were your reasons why

Slap on the wrist

There are fates worst than this

Though none that spring to mind

If you close your eyes

And think it over

It’s better we said goodbye

And let’s not talk of love

Exhausted by the thought

As if love was enough

Enough

I held my breath

You held my interest

Mysterious marks round my chest

And when it comes

I will miss this

From navel to neck

I purse my lips

You kept my secrets

Enough hope to hang us both with

And in the end we begged forgiveness

And they left us for dead

So let’s not speak of love

Or make believe we’re more than the parts of the sum

The sum

Dearly departed look what we’ve started

Let it go

They looked at you sideways

Always the bridesmaids

Let it go

Who wronged who the wrong way

Who fell in the first place

Let it go

Who paid for the privilege

And who fell to pieces

Let it go

And let’s not talk of love exhausted

By the thought wasn’t love enough

Enough