Cutting Room Floor

Last night I woke up on the cutting room floor

And I was thinking 'bout the way we were before

There was a time when you were last one out my door

But not anymore

I was a stranger to the way we grew apart

I hate these conversations, how'd they get so hard

I made available a portion of my heart

Not anymore

Not anymore

Not anymore

Not anymore

We used to spend our days so blissfully bored

Turning our savings into things we could not afford

Running our mouths but now we can't talk anymore

Not anymore

You're like a rope burning my hands as I hang on

And I will only persevere for so long

But I am a sucker for the show that must go on

Not anymore

Not anymore

Not anymore

Not anymore

Not anymore

And I was thinking 'bout the way we were before

Not anymore

And I was thinking 'bout the way we were before

Not anymore

And I was thinking 'bout the way we were before

Not anymore

And I was thinking 'bout the way we were before