i sold the couch (on and on)

I sold the couch a couple weeks ago To someone that I didn’t even know They took it all apart, bits of me and bits of us And they drove off with the pieces in the backseat of their car But what if there were memories in the pieces they broke up? If all that’s left is only in my head, is that enough? What if time ticks on and on, and I’m still stuck in these bygones? Frightened you won’t know me if I grow too much ‘Cause our things aren’t ours anymore Maybe you’re sharing ‘em with someone new, and maybe I will too But I think it’s cruel that this phenomenon goes on and on and on Oh, we long, then we love, then we lose, and long again When does it end? When does it end? I came upon that old brown pawn we thought we lost while playing chess Stuck between the cushion and the arm rest Found it just a couple days before they took the couch And lately, it’s been all that I can think about ‘Cause if I don’t reminisce, will we cease to exist? Ah, if I don’t dwell on every little detail, will we drift? And what of all the words you said? Will they slowly lose their worth in the end? ‘Cause our things, they aren’t ours anymore Maybe you’re sharing ‘em with someone new, oh it hurts, but it’s the truth And I think it’s cruel that this phenomenon goes on and on and on Oh, we long, then we love, then we lose, and long again Yeah, we long, then we love, then we lose, and long again And it goes on and on and on On and on and on and on and on and On and on and on On and on and on and on and on and I sold the couch a couple weeks ago To someone that I didn’t even know They took it all apart, bits of me and bits of us And they drove off with the pieces in the backseat of their car