The key to being alone. Is doing it alone
Didn't i thank you? you didn't thank me
When you speak, the words fall from your mouth: they're heavy
I still dream of you and me; we sat across the table drinking coffee and laughing
When we were the paintings of a picture perfect
Picture this: This isn't us anymore
If we part ways what way will i partake in?
All the days that i've forsaken, all the lies that have left me a little shaken up
I still dream of you and me; we sat across the table drinking coffee and laughing
When we were the paintings of a picture perfect picture. this... this isn't us anymore