Long Division

His head was a city of paper buildings and the echoes that remained
Of old friends and lovers their features bleeding together in his
brain
And once it started it was harder to tell them apart
He was always distracted by the very mention of an open door
'Cause he had sworn not to be what he'd been before

To be a remainder `

The television was snowing softly as she hunted for her keys
she said she never envisioned him the type of person capable of such
deceit
And they carried on like long division as it was clear with every page
That they were further away from a solution that would play
Without a remainder

And he had sworn not to be what he'd been before

To be the remainder