Not Much Left of Us

He said I’d like to go back
But we can’t go back
Man I’d take off tomorrow if I had any cash
The cigarettes got the best of us
There’s not much left of us
And there’s still a little bit
And we can split it up
I can walk by the park
And see if anything’s up
Sometimes lonely is easy, sometimes together’s too tough
There’s not much left of us
The part that remains, it’s rotten and bruised
The soft spot on a piece of fruit
We can cut off the black
And eat up the rest
And that’s probably what we’re going to do
And from what I understand he’s just some boy with band
But when I walked by the park you were holding his hand
And dropped it like it was hot to the touch
There’s not much left of us
So you went with him
Down to Birmingham
Stayed in some fancy hotel on a credit card scam
Left in a limo, came back on a bus
Without much left of us
The part that remains, it’s rotten and bruised
The soft spot on a passion fruit
You can cut off the black, feast on the rest
Some nights I’m still in love with you
And the dreams they come
And they won’t go away
I keep saying the things that we don’t want to say
Up on the sun and down to the bone
There’s not much left of us
Cause you went with him