LORELAI
So guess I got oldI was like trash on the sidewalkI guess I knew whyOften it's hard to just sweet talk
I was old news to you thenOld news, old news to you then
You, you were like glueHolding each of us togetherI slept through JulyWhile you made lines in the heather
I was old news to you thenOld news, old news to you thenFell for the ruse with you thenOld news, old news to you then
And I still see you when I try to sleepI see the garden, the tower, the streetCall out to nobody, call out to meChip on the shoulder, the dime in the teeth
Now I can see howWe were like dust on the windowNot much, not a lotEverything's stolen or borrowed
I was old news to you thenOld news, old news to you then