Our Song

This ain't our song
These ain't our old selves
We get along well
You're hearing wedding bells
That ain't nothing like you
Sound nothing like you used to

So what it's one thirty
You ain't asleep yet
Tell me your secrets

I'll tell everyone I meet them
Sounds like something I'd do
Tell me something that truthful
Something that useful

Probably make YouTube
Don't tell you're breaking up
It must be reception here miss Kate it's Prince Harry
'Cause I pull a just married
Don't make me your Clydesdale dear

I ain't nothing not rude
Still bucking like I used to
Friends gotta let friends fight
Sometimes friends fight alright
Still got your back even when you break a chair on mine like

Shit! Is it Monday night?
It ain't nothing unusual
And if I gotta fight you, love you, or leave you
Boo roll your sleeves up keep your hands up too
And if we gotta do this every single day of the year

I guess it's fair
We look nothing like we used to