Matt Fishel - Boxer Shorts & Razor Blades

Picking through the remnants of our life
Sitting squabling over what belongs to you, and which stuff's mine
Well it's all boxer shorts, and razor blades tonight
But in the morning when we wake up there'll be something else to fight about.
I try to talk things over,
You'd retaliate with spite
And cliches like everythings gonna be alright,
But it's not alright

To compromise, we set ourselves a task:
I would not force you to listen to the bands I love, or find more flaws to address if you would swear to open and talk once in a while
You cannot keep it all inside for weeks then snap at me like an angry child.
I thought that we could save it,
When I thought it was worth the fight.
Yeah, I thought that we could make it
If we tried.
But we tried.

When I saw you yesterday, I just looked down at the floor
I couldn't face the thought of smalltalk with someone
Who knows my whole life story.
You still looked as cute as you ever did
and still the thought of telling people you're no longer my boyfriend kills me.
If only we'd been open; and honest more of the time,
Then this ending could have been different
But it's time
To say goodbye
To say goodbye
Goodbye.
So here's goodbye.