I’ve the story memorized.
I could write a whole book, film a movie.
I can quote our every line.
Why’s it matter so much,
why’s it grip me?

There was waiting, anticipating.
We were rooting for oh, so long.
Then the ending, sudden grating-
Like we tacked on a coda from a different song.

Something isn’t right about this.
I am not content about this.
The finish keeps fading; I’m screaming the start.
My puzzle’s not fitting like it should.

How could these memories-
But these here memories-
All of these memories,
all along.

I’ll be the historian;
You be the sociologist.
I’ll be the scientist;
You be the psychologist.

I’ll tell you every detail-
I treasured every detail.
I’ll tell you every detail-
You know I know each detail.

I’ll tell you every detail.
You tell me, Ebony,
what went wrong.

You’re the one who never asked,
the one who never followed through,
the one whose heart they say I broke.
There was only ever you

on my mind, on my mouth,
my body, the back of my head,
on my notepad, my friend’s inbox,
I know like the back of my hand.

Something isn’t right about this.
I am not content about this.
The finish keeps fading; I’m screaming the start.
My puzzle’s not fitting like it should.

How could these memories-
But these here memories-
All of these memories,
all along.

I’ll be the historian;
You be the sociologist.
I’ll be the scientist;
You be the psychologist.

I’ll tell you every detail-
I treasured every detail.
I’ll tell you every detail-
You know I know each detail.

I’ll tell you every detail.
You tell me, Ebony,
what went wrong.