Millencolin

Everything's complete,
the newly wed syndrome.
The mayfly hit the street,
everybody in plus.
Burnt out as can be,
watching you go home.
It's crystal clear to me,
you no longer need us.
It's OK, we'll come around.
Now there's nothing left for us,
we're packing up, saying goodbye.
To a place no one can trust.
To a scene based on a lie.
I truly hope we won't retreat.
The same mistake we won't repeat.
The bond was stabile as a shed.
Love is mutual, love is dead.