I liked the feeling before
Of your shirt hanging on my chest
When we would rummage through the attic
To remember those memories
Old photos in black and white
What we did before those fights
No matter how the flowers wilt
It's what we did before those fights
I also remember the I love yous and so forth
Now you never look my way
What's a broken girl to say
Our hearts are misunderstood with lust
What we did before those fights
Do you remember those wilted flowers?
Remember the cuts?