Old Us

I found the photograph

of us in June

Sitting on the curb under the heavy

moon

You were laughing so hard you couldn't breathe

Now I look at you and I just want to

leave

When did the gold turn to rust on the wire?

When did we start to build walls out of fire?

(tell me)

I miss what

we were back then

Before we broke

every promise we made

But I hate what you turned us into

in the end

(I hate it)

You talk about yourself like you're the one who bled

Rewriting every single word I ever

said

Well I am tired of playing nice to keep your peace

And it hurts to know you just don't care I

am screaming everything I held inside!

No more secrets, no more places left to hide!

I hate what you

turned us into! (I hate it!)

What we were... Now it's gone.