
I used to think one day we'd tell the story of us,
How we met and the sparks flew instantly,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 fall-out.So many things that I wish you knew,So many walls that I can't...