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 diamond, 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