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