I used to think one day we'd tell the story of us, how we met and the sparks flew instantly. And people would say "They're the lucky ones".I used to know my place was a spot next to you, now I'm searching the room for an empty seat, 'cause lately I don't even know what page you're on.
Oh, a simple complication, miscommunications lead to fallout.
Now I'm standing alone in a crowded room and we're not speaking. And I'm dyin' to know, is it killing you
I don't know what to say since a twist of fate, when it all broke down. And the story of us looks a lot like a tragedy now.
How'd we end up this way? See me nervously pulling at my clothes and trying to look busy. And you're doing your best to avoid me.
I'm starting to think one day I'll tell the story of us, of how I was losing my mind when I saw you here. But you held your pride
Oh, I'm scared to see the ending. Why are we pretending this is nothing? I'd tell you
This is looking like a contest of who can act like they care less. But I liked it better when you were on my side.
The battle's in your hands now, but I would lay my armor down if you say you'd rather love than fight.
So many things that you wish I knew, but the story of us might be ending soon.
I don't know what to say since a twist of fate, 'cause we're going down.
And the story of us looks a lot like a tragedy now.The End.