So guess I got old
I was like trash on the sidewalk
I guess I knew why

Often it's hard to just sweet talk

I was old news to you then

Old news, old news to you then

You, you were like glue

Holding each of us together
I slept through July
While you made lines in the heather


I was old news to you then
Old news, old news to you then


Fell for the ruse with you then
Old news, old news to you then


And I still see you when I try to sleep
I see the garden, the tower, the street

Call out to nobody, call out to me
Chip on the shoulder, the dime in the teeth


Now I can see how
We were like dust on the window
Not much, not a lot

Everything's stolen or borrowed

I was old news to you then

Old news, old news to you then