Back with the magic, overly dramatic heart-sale that you’d expect

Figured guilt must be finite and soon I’ll have none left

Losing the signal, loose like connections and lost in the studio

The hardest part is letting go

So good luck to us

(Yeah, good luck with that)

Memories projected, streets stay haunted, we overcrowd the capital

We are all ex-lovers together and this is The Swell!

We can share spit and a sense of shame like they’re the only two truths we know

The hardest part is letting go

And I guess I've got some skills, got our poster on her wall

So every boy that she brings back will see my best side

But you can’t use pins in rented rooms, that poster’s gonna fall

The hardest part is letting go

No, the hardest part is saying no

And we can share spit and a sense of shame like they’re the only two truths we know

The hardest part is letting go

No! The hardest part is saying no!

So good luck to us

(Yeah, good luck with that)