I used to listen intently to the stories that you told
But now a different tale is about to unfold
It is a poem, it is a song, a rhyme about things that went wrong
It is a play without a script but how it ends is not secret

Who was the writer, who can say, was it you was it me?
But it will take the both of us to end story
As if someone wanted to hear something they've heard before
Why would they care about how we don't love anymore

It is the last page of the book, the last scene
But still I fail to see what this all means
What's the lesson I'm to learn what's the last word
People still come up to me and tell me how they've heard

about us, The Story Of Us
The story of us, it tells of us