Of course this played when I thought of you, of us.
It was only fitting to be running through my head.
It pays to dwell on the past,
To think what could have been and be reminded of what was.
One day nothing will be more than a memory.

"This drama sat shot gun
My eyes rained like autumn
Only the glove box knows
How the story goes

Now that this bandage is broken and the cuts left in open
I'll tell you just one thing this wasn't worth the sting"