Structural Amnesia

[Verse 1]
That photo from the Peckham Rye Lido, August Bank Holiday,
In the dented brass frame on the windowsill.
Your arm is 'round a boy who looks like me, but isn't the same.
We started small, you said, a hairline crack we had to fill.
Now this whole damn house feels like a load-bearing lie.

[Chorus]
You call this renovation, I call it a tragedy.
'Cause every new board is a different goodbye to me.
Is it the same love if the blueprint is forgot?
Or just empty space on a re-zoned plot?

[Verse 2]
"It's not a salvage, it's a gut renovation," you said last night,
While the dust from the new shear wall caught the street light.
We're in the same postcode, the key still fits the door,
But the coffee you make now doesn't taste the same anymore.
You changed the locks, but what were you changing them for?

[Chorus]
You call this renovation, I call it a tragedy.
'Cause every new board is a different goodbye to me.
Is it the same love if the blueprint is forgot?
Or just empty space on a re-zoned plot?

[Bridge]
You swear we are the same two kids, just rearranged.
But nothing feels the same since the whole damn street got renamed.
This isn't our story. It’s just an epilogue.

[Outro]
So tell me, Clara. Are we the same at all?