Todo Termina

You'll have Sundays just lounging on a couch
And nights of heartbreak with tequila
You'll have a crossword puzzle half done
And loveless touches like tips
You'll have a betrayal from some friend
And yellow lights in the fog
Everything ends

You'll have quick sex to brag about
In the backseat of an old car
You'll have a tumble in ocean waves
And kisses to practice in the mirror
You'll have a court and a lawyer
And fences to jump over for the neighbor
Everything ends

You'll have an Ecuador to split
And a flight that takes you anywhere
You'll have a good love to suffer through
And pride to wave like a banner
You'll have, if you’ve done well, an enemy
And a hospital dessert of gelatin
Everything ends

You'll have in a notebook an equation
And blackmail to build your melodrama
You'll have a shirt with a missing button
And a tree to walk on its branches
You'll have an embarrassment in a motel
And a loving kiss on a corner
Everything ends

You'll have a song to cry to
And a thousand reasons to fall apart
You'll have your faith in your religion
And dreams of greatness when you go to bed
You'll have a little paper airplane
And mom's comb with glitter
Everything ends

You'll have a condom in your wallet
That expires with sadness before you use it
You'll have a fleeting nostalgia
And hundreds of impossibles to try
You'll have so many Januarys to start
And diets with gym and protein
Everything ends

You'll have a mountain to climb
And stones to throw in a river
You'll have a trophy to raise
And turtle necks for the cold
You'll always have an excuse for a mistake
And a cheesy heart made of cardboard
Everything ends

You'll have to say goodbye to those who leave
And the calm to face those who come
You'll have a certainty and a thousand maybes
And anger to do what you're told
You'll have that little wooden train
And chef bursts in the kitchen
Everything ends

You'll have your double personality
And scraped knees from biking
You'll have solitude in company
And plagiarized lines from a poet
You'll always have the truth at hand
And some brand-name watch made in China
Everything ends

You'll have a whole life to live
And excuses to throw it in the trash
You'll have to remember that you have to die
And that wasting time comes with a price