Postcards from the End of the World

Strange are the times
When nothing goes wrong
Even the best things fade away
And just like that, without a request
You show up

When sadness takes me out to dance
Or when I look into the eyes of loneliness
Everywhere you'll reflect
I see you by chance
When I push hard on my lower back
When I have your tongue on my palate
That it’s not you is my spiral
I descend a little more
I descend a little more

This is my punishment
I decided forever
But I didn’t plan it this way
Every time I turn off the light
You show up

When I’m being lazy in another city
When I see myself in the mirror upon waking
Everywhere you'll reflect
I see you by chance
When once becomes a pair
Or when one for now makes it formal
That it’s not you is my spiral
I descend more

When a new one is on my couch
When I’m hanging out with another by the sea
Everywhere you’ll appear
I see you rise
When I conquer my fear and feel capable
Of kneeling before another half
That it’s not you, is my spiral
I descend a little more
I descend a little more
I descend a little more