And maybe we got lost in translation, maybe I asked for too much, but maybe this thing wasn't masterpiece till you tore it all up. Hey you called me up again just to break me like a promise, so casually cruel in the name of being honest I'm a crumbled up piece of paper lying here because I remember it all all all too well. Because there we are again and I loved you so. Back before you lost the one real thing you've ever known; It was rare, I was there, I remember it all too well. Wind in my hair you were there you remember it all; Down the stairs you were there you remember it all. It was rare, I was there I remember it all too well.