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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