The 80s Will Never Die.

Fades To Black

I'm walking down the street and I'm seeing different colors,
Blurring vision, lost my train of thought, there goes my moral compass.
I said something I shouldn't have to you,
I could apologise but... I kind of don't want to.

We got high on hate last night,
Drunken thoughts manifest into awful fights.
I thought I'd wake up sober this morning and feel regret,
But, in all honesty, I just didn't.

Maybe this is the part of the movie,
Where everything fades to black and there's no continuity.
Maybe this is the part of the series,
Where everything just ends and there's no more reasons,
Reasons to stay or reasons to go,
Just two kids waiting for one of them to know,
To know when this thing we had going on is over,
To know when we victimise this love in cancel culture.

It's been so long since I saw you last,
New haircuts and different laughs.
If I had the chance I wouldn't go back,
I'm far too proud to ever do that.
I know you are too,
Thank the stars we don't have to.

We wasted such a long time,
Trying to find fortune in dimes.
At least I don't and never did feel regret,
I just didn't, I just didn't.

Maybe this is the part of the song,
Where everything fades out and there's no more sound.
Maybe this is the part of the game,
Where everything just ends and all that's left is a sense of shame,
Shame in my reasons to stay or reasons to go,
Just two kids waiting for one of them to know,
To know when this thing we had going on is over,
To know when we victimise this love in cancel culture.

Broken spirits,
And we can't stop it.
Broken spirits and we can't stop it.
Take all the hate back and replace it with love,
Try to be enough, just try to be enough.

This is the part of life,
Where everything doesn't go right.
This is the part of the poem,
Where I try to understand my emotion.
This is the part of love,
Where I remember what we were.
I'm tripping,
I'm spiralling,
High on hate,
I'm tripping,
I'm spiralling,
High on hate.