[Verse 1: Taylor Goldsmith]
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
On all the principles of why all the people we love
Are the same ones we could also hate

[Chorus]
You just roll with the punches
Until you can’t feel a thing
You just roll with the punches
Aww yeah

[Verse 2]
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
What she finally forgave
What he’ll take to his grave
Learning how to not pick up the phone
[Chorus]
You just roll with the punches
Until you can’t feel a thing
You just roll with the punches
Aww yeah

[Instrumental Interlude]

[Bridge]
He starts existing as a miracle
A band of static right behind your eyes
That you filter everything through
Without knowing you do
A past and future synthesized

[Chorus]
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