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