These love songs sound like subtle insults
And gentle footsteps became grumble
As we both left the house and didn't close the door
Left my keys at the goodbye, it wasn't here before
Sometimes, we reluctantly make way for what is inevitable
I laugh at the thought, but the regrets aren't laughable
Our story isn't one for the books, but stand-up comedy
I laugh at the thought, but losing you isn't laughable