[Intro – clean electric guitar, soft melodic bass, restrained drums] [Verse 1 – intimate female vocal] There was a corner shop we always used to meet outside, You'd be late by twenty minutes, I'd pretend I didn't mind. Same cracked bit of pavement, same stupid things to say, We must've stood there hundreds of completely ordinary days. Then one day we didn't. And I don't know which one. Can't remember what we talked about or where we went when we were done. There was no final photograph. No reason to look back. Just one night I walked away from there and never fucking came back. [Chorus – restrained emotional punk vocal] I DON'T KNOW WHEN IT WAS THE LAST TIME. I DIDN'T KNOW I HAD TO KNOW. NOBODY SAID, “REMEMBER THIS, BECAUSE YOU'LL NEVER DO IT AGAIN.” I WOULD'VE STAYED A LITTLE LONGER. I WOULD'VE LOOKED AROUND. BUT THE LAST TIME FELT LIKE ANY OTHER TIME UNTIL THERE WASN'T ANOTHER ONE. [Instrumental – gentle melodic guitar] [Verse 2 – warm melancholic vocal] Used to fall asleep downstairs when staying up got way too late, Wake beneath a borrowed blanket, someone telling me to wake. Used to know which floorboard creaked, which cupboard had the mugs, Where everybody always sat and where we threw our stuff. At some point I slept there for the final fucking night. Probably complained about the sofa. Probably didn't turn off the light. Then morning came like mornings do. Shoes on. Grab my things. Had no idea I was leaving something I'd never see again. [Chorus – fuller, drums opening up] I DON'T KNOW WHEN IT WAS THE LAST TIME. I DIDN'T KNOW I HAD TO CARE. I'D HAVE TAKEN IN THE ROOM A LITTLE MORE IF I'D KNOWN I WOULDN'T BE BACK THERE. I WOULD'VE STAYED A LITTLE LONGER. FOUND SOME STUPID REASON TO DELAY. BUT NOTHING LOOKS LIKE A MEMORY WHILE IT'S STILL JUST TODAY. [Instrumental Break – emotional melodic guitar, bass building] [Bridge – intimate vocal gradually becoming rougher] That's the part that gets me. Not that things have to end. It's that endings dress like Tuesdays and say, “See you again.” No music. No warning. No feeling in the air. You shut a door behind you without knowing you'll never stand there again. Maybe that's merciful. Maybe we'd never fucking leave if every ordinary moment told us what it was about to be. [Band builds heavily] [Final Verse – increasingly emotional vocal] There are voices I remember but no final thing they said. Games we must've played one last time before we played something else instead. Places that I stopped visiting without deciding I was done. Little pieces of a life that ended quietly, one by one. And I don't need them back. That's not what hurts tonight. I just wish I'd fucking noticed when I still had them in sight. [Final Chorus – huge raw emotional punk vocal] I DON'T KNOW WHEN IT WAS THE LAST TIME! I DIDN'T KNOW I HAD TO KNOW! IF I'D KNOWN IT WAS THE LAST TIME— I'D HAVE FUCKING PAID ATTENTION! I'D HAVE STAYED ANOTHER HOUR! I'D HAVE MEMORISED THE ROOM! I'D HAVE LISTENED TO THE NOTHING THAT I THOUGHT WE'D ALWAYS DO! BUT THE LAST TIME NEVER TOLD ME! IT JUST LOOKED LIKE EVERY DAY! AND BY THE TIME I KNEW THAT IT WAS GONE— [Raw shout-singing] IT HAD BEEN GONE FOR YEARS ANYWAY! [Final instrumental swell] [Outro – quiet fully sung vocal] Somewhere there's a last time I still haven't had yet. I wonder if I'll know it. Probably not.
