That used to be us.

That couple on the train.
The ones who are kissing soft.
They’re off on another planet together.
They’re happy riding the train.
That used to be us.
When we had direction.
When we knew where we were going.

That couple in the pizza place.
The ones who are laughing.
They’re off in their own world.
They’re happy taking their time.
That used to be us.
When we had fun.
We always knew how to laugh.

That used to be us.
And now it’s not.
You said you’d never live in Brooklyn.
I like Brooklyn.
And now he’s moving to Brooklyn.
It doesn’t matter.
That used to be us.
But it was never us.
We were different people then.

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