Metro City Bus

I think about what life was like before this apathy

When we talked and laughed and laid under my childhood apple tree

Where my father tied a rope for me and my dirty tire swing

Where our frozen cold connection bloomed into a gentle spring

And if walls could talk they'd tell you of a story sad and blue

Of how I wish I could have loved you how you needed me to

But I can't express the bitterness of others you don't know

Yeah it sure ain't like the movies, I'm just a one man show

And all I have left are blurry pictures of you

Locked away inside the photo vault I shouldn't go through

If I showed them to your friends they'd ask if that was even you