You say write me a song that’s never been sung
Oh I’ll do my best with these
recycled expressions on the tip of my tongue
tired out chords, give it a rest
My mama said no one’s the same
and her mama told her that too
well I guess it’s not an unfair claim
but all I know is deja vu
Because it’s old news, I hate to break it to ya
Old news, but I’m sure you already know
That what I say tomorrow
well it’s just something borrowed
It’s old news
But nobody’s got a love like we do
So much more than hearts and glitter
No you just can’t compare us to
Those other couples you see on twitter…
No, it’s really not, it’s
I know it may seem redundant
But really why would I try?
Because though words may be abundant
Each one’s been wrung out dry
We’re all just looking for greased molds
To slide easily into
And do what you’re told
they don’t care what you’ve been through
After all, somebody somewhere
Has known what you’ve known
Seen what you’ve seen
Felt what you’ve felt
And now it’s
Old news, I hate to break it to you
Old news, but I’m sure you already know
That what I say tomorrow
Well it’s just something borrowed
It’s old news
Hate to break it to you
Old news, but I’m sure you already know
That what I say tomorrow
well it’s just something borrowed
It’s old news