it s not a love story it s not a coming of age it s not the kind of thing you put into a play it s just a small story just two friends all grown up it happens it happens it happens one day why today we saw our breath though it was hardly winter a passerby would say he d seen it all before the folded arms the wounded eyes the signs that we both ignored the old cathedral looming in the shadows the only thing we saw amid the threat of tears we didn t speak our lips were numb the world didn t crumble you say goodbye but do you really know it s over you say goodbye but do you comprehend it you go along thinking that things like this never change and then they go and change it s not a love story it s not a coming of age it s not the kind of thing you put into a play it s just a small story just two friends all grown up it happens it happens it happens one day why does it keep coming back to one dark second we re skipping physics just to hold each other s hands our stomachs quake our first mistake we go on demanding more until we re sleeping in a squalid dorm room the lower bunk we hold each other so tight cause there s no room here at all we have to spoon or we ll fall but we refuse we will not say the bed is too small for us we only wanted more unending more a horizon stretching out as far as we can see i d have you you d have me as sure as time would pass as permanent as stone cathedrals maybe if we hadn t skipped physics we d know everything has a decay we hadn t learned yet that each romance has a last day cathedral bells rang out to mark the hour reminding us that this was just another night that hours pass that morning breaks that somehow there s still sunlight you say goodbye but do you really know it s over you say goodbye but do you comprehend it there was a time when you were sure some things never change but that can also change it s not a love story it s just a small story and it happens one day why today 