[00:12.330]The last box taped and sitting by the door.
[00:18.210]Thecoffee's cold beside the single key.
[00:24.270]No fights left to pick, no words left to say,
[00:29.700]Just this polite and painful courtesy.
[00:35.730]We move like strangers in the house we built,
[00:41.640]We sidestep eyes, we sidestep every ghost
[00:47.730]Of who we were when this was all we dreamed,
[00:53.340]The silent hosts of all the things we’ ve lost.
[00:59.130]And this is the ending.It's not a sudden crash.
[01:02.070]It’ s just the embers settling into ash.
[01:07.560]It’ s when you know the future that you want
[01:16.890]Is not the one that love can build upon.
[01:19.950]Like the last train sliding into rust,
[01:28.590]A faith that simply turned from steel to dust.
[01:34.410]We couldn’ t mend what slowly came undone,
[01:40.230]We watched the last of summer crash to rust.
[01:49.020]I still remember painting all these walls,
[01:54.840]You on my shoulders, cutting in the ceiling line.
[02:00.630]We mapped our lives out on a paper cloth,
[02:06.630]A blueprint drawn with one unbroken line.
[02:12.420]I find a folded map we used to mark with pins,
[02:18.300]And trace the roads we swore we’ d drive back then.
[02:24.060]Theyhadn't learned that even the truest thing
[02:29.910]Can reach a quiet and a natural end.
[02:35.760]And this is the ending.It's not a sudden crash.
[02:38.640]It’ s just the embers settling into ash.
[02:47.520]It’ s when you know the future that you want
[02:53.370]Is not the one that love can build upon.
[02:56.490]Like the last train sliding into rust,
[03:05.190]A faith that simply turned from steel to dust.
[03:10.920]We couldn’ t mend what slowly came undone,
[03:16.890]We watched the last of summer crash to rust.
[03:24.090]And whatwe're proving, if we prove a thing,
[03:30.060]Is that a story’ s worth isn’ t its length.
[03:35.100]A snapshot’ s not a contract, not a vow,
[03:41.670]It's just a testament to former strength.
[03:47.280]This final chapter doesn’ t burn the book.
[03:53.130]This final page doesn’ t erase our file.
[03:59.370]It proves it happened, proves that it was real,
[04:05.190]And for a while, it was all worthwhile.
[04:10.920]The click inside the lock.
[04:16.770]The silence we don’ t own.
[04:22.830]It isn’ t nothing.
[04:23.880]It’ s just the end.

The last box taped and sitting by the door.
Thecoffee's cold beside the single key.
No fights left to pick, no words left to say,
Just this polite and painful courtesy.
We move like strangers in the house we built,
We sidestep eyes, we sidestep every ghost
Of who we were when this was all we dreamed,
The silent hosts of all the things we’ ve lost.
And this is the ending.It's not a sudden crash.
It’ s just the embers settling into ash.
It’ s when you know the future that you want
Is not the one that love can build upon.
Like the last train sliding into rust,
A faith that simply turned from steel to dust.
We couldn’ t mend what slowly came undone,
We watched the last of summer crash to rust.
I still remember painting all these walls,
You on my shoulders, cutting in the ceiling line.
We mapped our lives out on a paper cloth,
A blueprint drawn with one unbroken line.
I find a folded map we used to mark with pins,
And trace the roads we swore we’ d drive back then.
Theyhadn't learned that even the truest thing
Can reach a quiet and a natural end.
And this is the ending.It's not a sudden crash.
It’ s just the embers settling into ash.
It’ s when you know the future that you want
Is not the one that love can build upon.
Like the last train sliding into rust,
A faith that simply turned from steel to dust.
We couldn’ t mend what slowly came undone,
We watched the last of summer crash to rust.
And whatwe're proving, if we prove a thing,
Is that a story’ s worth isn’ t its length.
A snapshot’ s not a contract, not a vow,
It's just a testament to former strength.
This final chapter doesn’ t burn the book.
This final page doesn’ t erase our file.
It proves it happened, proves that it was real,
And for a while, it was all worthwhile.
The click inside the lock.
The silence we don’ t own.
It isn’ t nothing.
It’ s just the end.