here's to endings

what with everyone arriving here, we should celebrate another year, go on dress up in your late night best, with your hair wet, we'll count a slow ten, while the screen's set, loud enough for knocks on doors, we will welcome in they'll just ignore, when i find you pacing on the porch, if your friends ask, you caught a cab back, couldn't quite last, come back empty, here's to endings, wondering when are we gonna learn, everything that you need in reverse, coming in, feel you touch when you turn, moving full speed, everyone that we know's growing up, maybe so, honey old isn't love, and everything i could want is in front, not behind me, we will wake into this morning's mess, couches covered in our sleeping friends, when they wrote us off we rose again, and in your t-shirt, you feel the cold burn, and say it's our turn, come back empty, here's to endings, wondering when are we gonna learn, everything that you need in reverse, coming in, feel you touch when you turn, moving full speed, everyone that we know's growing up, maybe so, honey old isn't love, and everything i could want is in front, not behind me, we could take it back to when we touched down i could make a bed against your floor, i could hear you talk over your faucet, telling me the things you know for sure, even if they hear us in the hallway, listening for things we can't take back, i could put a hand upon your waist, or we could waste the one thing that we have, 'til it's gone