The Story Of Us sing and play along

I used to think, one day we'd tell the story of us.

How we met and the sparks flew instantly.

People would say "They're the lucky ones."

I used to know my place was the spot next to you.

Now I'm searching the room for an empty seat.

'Cause lately I don't even know what page you're on.

Oh, a simple complication, miscommunications lead to fall out.

So many things that I wish you knew.

So many walls up, I can't break through.

Now I'm standing alone in a crowded room and we're not speaking.

And I'm dying to know, is it killing you like it's killing me?

Yeah. I don't know what to say,

since a twist of fate when it all broke down.

And the story of us looks a lot like a tragedy now.

The end.