The separation was symmetrical

They both retreated to their sides

Drawing lists of demands

And muddy lines in the sand

Trying out their separate lives



Most of the damage was collateral

But still inspired some debate

All the principles of why all the people we love

Are the same as we also can hate



You just roll with the punches

Until you can't feel a thing

You just roll with the punches

Aww yeah



The separation was logistical

Deciding what belongs to whom

How dying love manifests

In a rug or a chest

The decorations of a room



Every promise was negotiable

Most of all the ones they made alone

When she finally forgave

What he'll take to his grave

Learning not to pick up the phone



You just roll with the punches

Until you can't feel a thing

You just roll with the punches

Aww yeah



He starts existing as a miracle

A man of static right behind your eyes

That you filter everything through

Without knowing you do

A past and future synthesized



You just roll with the punches

Until you can't feel a thing

You just roll with the punches

Aww yeah



You just roll with the punches

Until you can't feel a thing

You just roll with the punches

Aww yeah