the goodbye is implied

i've been in your shoes,

that's why i'm not keen to see

them back under my bed.

i've said those words,

that's why i hum old smiths’ tunes

when you tell me that you love me.

i've hit that brick wall,

so i can give you the helmet

and the body suit but some things

i just can't make better with a kiss.

“sweetness, sweetness i was only joking when i said i’d like to mash ev’ry tooth in your head. oohh ohh oh oh ohh ohh.”