The Night Before the Morning After - The Hurt Process

Your face turned red as you came in from the cold

Why is this so civilized, why is this so…

Where’s the screaming that I’ve come to expect

You put a reassuring hand upon mine

We have had the best times but now we must move on

And if I keep telling myself that this is for the best then

Maybe I can carry on, maybe I can carry on

Break ups are supposed to be insults and screaming

Not conversations and one last night

So where do we go now?

Well… I have to leave