[ Featuring the Poor Bastards ]
We were four years strong, but I was in the wrong
Thinking you would come around for me
Time kept moving on, everyday dusk til' dawn
Still I waited for you to come home
And everyday, it all stayed the same
A spoken girl and a broken boy
Falling picture frames, chasing memories
Forgotten times shared between two
If you listen closely, you can hear the past
And if you feel so lonely, you can take it all back
Don't you see what we have done, burnt the houses, hit and run
We were four years strong, and now we're four years gone
Taste my dialect, a mouth of disrespect
And some words I never said to you
Tripping on my tongue, when everything's undone
The rain fell and you left me out to dry
You say he's just a friend; well I'm here in the end
Picking up what someone else had left
An internal war, while passed out on the floor
And nothings changed in four years more
