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The Way We Used To Be


Crowded room

Another Saturday night

I don't want to be here

But I put on the face

I retrace

My steps

Away from you

I feel you

Even before I see you

Against the wall

Surrounded by friends

And it hurts

So damn much

I want you so bad

I want it back

I want us back

 

You touched me

Last week

We were what

Everyone wanted

And now

You're a thousand miles away

In the same room

No one breathes a word about it

No one knows how to act

No one knows

How to talk about it

This space

Between us

The pretty picture

Shattered on the floor

 

I miss you baby

I miss you every day

I'm here tonight

For you

This dress

Is for you

I know I'm a mess

I heard you

When you said this was for the best

But if so

Why am I crying

Every night

Why am I holding tight

To memories

To the dream

Of you and me

Don't look away

Don't feed me lies

I'm killing myself here

Missing that flame

Missing you

Missing me

Missing us

The way we used to be

 

We had it all

We had the world 

Until we let the fall

Break us

Now I'm dying

Trying

To hold it together

And you're dying

Lying

Saying you're alright

Tonight

Is just another empty night

To much whiskey

Too many faces

And yet

All I see is you

In this crowded room

 

Come over

Talk to me

Break this silence

Erase 

All this space

Turn my world

Upside down again

Take this lonely girl

And fill me up again

You love me

I know you do

And yet

You stand over there

So far away

Missing me

Missing you

Missing the way we used to be

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