I used to think, one day we’d tell the sto ry of us.

How we met and the sparks flew in stant ly.

Peo ple would say “They’re the luck y ones.”

I used to know my place was the spot next to you.

Now I’m search ing the room for an emp ty seat.

’Cause late ly I don’t e ven (C)know what page you’re on.

(C)Oh, a sim ple com pli (Dm)ca tion, (F)mis com mu ni (Bb)ca tions lead to (F)fall out.

(Bb)So man y things that I wish you knew.

(C)So man y walls up, I can’t break through.

Now I’m stand ing a lone in a crowd ed room and we’re not speak ing.

And I’m dy ing to know, is it kill ing you like it’s kill ing me?

Yeah.

I don’t know what to say, since a twist of (F)fate when it all broke (Bb)down.

And the (Dm)sto ry of us looks a (C)lot like a tra ge dy now.

The end.