Rather it's a wedding or a funeral
I'll be standing by you when the credits roll
'Cause life is kind of funny in that way
We'll meet every December
We'll have to hold our tongue
Pretend we don't remember our dreams
When we were young
'Cause friends are kind of painful in that way
You're a kind of capsule for a kid I used to be
I'm a kind of time bomb
In a way (in a sense)
Maybe we've got nothing left to say
But
Soon I will be no one
And you'll be no one to
Then we'll miss a December
The credits have run through
'Cause love is kind of awful in that way