This photograph of you of me
with these old boots
it was brand new
look at you smile smile smile
look at your smile [?]

What has become of us
chasing the avalanche down
watching the world on TV
must be something better on

Shotgun
when they put it in your mouth babe
well help me take it out oh
spraying patterns on the wall
my mother screaming down the hall
baby
why could you talk to me not lonely
yeah Lord,
I don't want to ride it
what about it yeah
I want to bring you back
I needed some way to see you
I needed some way to get inside
but I have the walls up
and then you go and die
what a missing yeah

What has become of us
we're chasing the avalanche down
and watching the world on TV
there must be something that I saw

You said you'd always love me like you told me
what has become of us
but now I see you hanging like a washed up cloud in the sky
oh no I am I got the pain of nothing
you make me love
I am your memory like a torched shine
there must be something better on

Falling
or like stumbling down the stairs
it's got me here again
no plans of what I made of you
what did you hope that I would do
you think that I could pull you out
you think that I could make you whole yeah
no, [???] that I'd light you up
unless you'd be the one I'd die by

What has become of us?
watching the world on TV
chasing the avalanche down
there must be something better on