So guess I got old

I was like trash on the sidewalk

I guess I knew why

Often it's hard to just sweet talk

I was old news to you then

Old news old news to you then

You you were like glue

Holding each of us together

I slept through July

While you made lines in the heather

I was old news to you then

Old news old news to you then

Fell for the ruse with you then

Old news old news to you then

And I still see you when I try to sleep

I see the garden the tower the street

Call out to nobody call out to me

Chip on the shoulder the dime in the teeth

Now I can see how

We were like dust on the window

Not much not a lot

Everything's stolen or borrowed

I was old news to you then

Old news old news to you then