I know you moved onto someone new
You were the light for me to find my truth
I just wanna say, thank you
And I know it ain't pretty
When our hearts get broke
Too young to feel this old
Watching us both turn cold
Oh, I know it ain't pretty
When two hearts get broke
Yeah, I know it ain't pretty
When two hearts get broke
And laugh with each other
About these days, these days
And we'll wish we could come back to these days, these days
Three years of ups and downs
Nothing to show for it now
And I know it ain't pretty when the fire burns out
Calling me when I'm drunk, remind me of what I've done
And I know it ain't pretty when you're trying to move on, yeah
And laugh with each other
About these days, these days
And we'll wish we could come back to these days, these days
To these days, these days, oh
Cigarettes in the ash tray
Reminiscing on those past days
I thought you'd end up with my last name
And I travelled around the world
Think where you living at now?
I heard you moved to Austin
Got an apartment and settled down
And every once in a while
But then I delete the message
Think about you like a past time
I wasn't ready to act right
Used to always think I'd get you back, right
They say that things fall apart (yeah)
We were gonna move to Brooklyn
You were gonna study Art (oh no, oh)
And that we are not alone
When we're walking in the dark
And laugh with each other
About these days, these days
And we'll wish we could come back to these days, these days
We'll wish we could come back to these days, these days (these days, these days, these days)
WRITERS
Amir Izadkhah, Ben Haggerty, Daniel Sebastian Caplen, Jamie Scott, John Henry Ryan, Julian Colin Bunetta, Kesi Dryden, Leon Rolle, Piers Sean Aggett