[Verse 1] You left your jacket on my chair, Like you’d be right back — but you never were. Now every song I used to play, Just cuts me open in a brand new way. We were the kings of Friday nights, Spinning dreams under dead street lights, Now I’m scrolling through your ghost online, And laughing just to stay alive. --- [Pre-Chorus] You were my chaos, I was your calm, We built our world on ticking bombs. Now all that’s left inside this room, Is perfume, and a little doom. --- [Chorus] We used to be something — electric and loud, Now I’m just another face in your crowd. You moved on fast, I stayed behind, Stuck replaying us in my mind. We used to be fire, we used to be free, Now you’re just a song that’s haunting me. Oh, we used to be something… We used to be something. --- [Verse 2] The vinyl skips where your name was sung, A heartbreak anthem on my tongue. Your lipstick stains on my guitar, Still shine brighter than the stars. You said forever, I said “we’ll see,” Guess forever came too quick for me. I toast to ghosts in empty bars, Pretending you still know who we are. --- [Pre-Chorus 2] I wear your silence like a crown, King of the lost, I’m breaking down. This mirror talks but I can’t hear, It’s your voice that still appears. --- [Chorus 2] We used to be something — reckless and wild, Two broken hearts with a twisted smile. You burned out fast, I burned too slow, Now I’m just ashes you’ll never know. We used to be thunder, we used to be free, Now you’re just a ghost that’s haunting me. Oh, we used to be something… We used to be something. --- [Bridge] And maybe someday you’ll hear this song, And laugh about how we went wrong. But I’ll still bleed through every line, Because losing you still feels divine. (guitar solo / instrumental break — 15–20 seconds) --- [Final Chorus] We used to be something — wild and insane, Now I just dance in the pouring rain. You found your light, I found my pain, But I’d do it all again. We used to be fire, we used to be free, Now you’re just a song that’s haunting me. Oh, we used to be something… We used to be something. (Outro – drums fade, soft piano echo of main riff)
