Lorelai

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 rouse with you then

old news old news to you then



and i still see you when i try to sleep

i see the guard in 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 now that i

everything stored in a bubble

i was old news to you then

old news old news to you then