Can we erase our history?
Is it as easy as this?
Plausible deniability
I swear I've never heard of it
And I can close the door on us
But the room still exists
And I know you're in it
Hours of phrases I've memorized
Thousands of lines on the page
All of my notes in a desolate pile
I haven't touched in an age
And I can burn the evidence, but I can't burn the pain
And I can't forget it
How does it feel (How does it feel)
To be an expert in a dying field?
And how do you know (How do you know)
It's over when you can't let go?
You can't let go
You can't stop, can't rewind
Love is learned over time
'Til you're an expert in a dying field
(How does it, how does it feel?)
The city is painted with memory
The water will never run clear
Birds and the bees and the flowers and trees
They know that we've both been here
And I can flee the country for the worst of the year
But I'll come back to it
How does it feel (How does it feel)
To be an expert in a dying field?
And how do you know (How do you know)
It's over when you can't let go?
You can't let go
You can't stop, can't rewind
Love is learned over time
'Til you're an expert in a dying field
Can we erase our history?
Is it as easy as this?
Maybe in other realities
The road never took this twist
And I can close the door on us, but the room still exists
How does it feel?
(How does it feel to be an expert in a dying field?)
How do you know?
(How do you? How do you? How do you?)
You can't stop, can't rewind
Love is learned over time
'Til you're an expert in a dying field
Oh, an expert in an dying field
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