Everywhere I turn, head in a whirl
You're there, without fail
Where we'd laugh,
Where we'd spend our days
We were nothing more than commercial waste
On the fronts of advertisement benches
Everywhere I go makes me ill
For you are every bit of it
The thought of you
Twists my stomach,
Churns my insides
I don't know where I can hide
From you
Advertisements using only words
Shoving them down the throats
Of people who didn't know
What it was like to be on the screen
Be picture perfect

We were picture perfect
Cause all we had were pictures
No moments to capture alive
Neither Polaroids, or disappearing ink
Could capture what it meant to be us
It wasn't a commercial love
Not within
Exteriorly, perhaps
It's all for show
Words aren't concrete
And if they were, it'd encase my feet
I'd be anywhere but here

This isn't where we said we'd be
But we were younger then
Now I'm dead on arrival
With a mind that can't stop
Bringing you up.

We were the dream
That was the life
Baby, I'm still sold on you.