He said I'd like to go back But we can't go back Man I'd seek off tomorrow if I had any cash Cigarettes got the best of us There's not much left of us And there's still a little bit We can split it up I can walk by the park And see if anything's up Sometimes lonely is easy, sometimes together's too tough There's not much left of us The part that remains It's rotten and bruised The soft spot on the piece of fruit We can cut off the black And eat up the rest That's probably what we're gonna do And from what I understand He's just some boy with a band When I walked by the park You were holding his hand And dropped it like it was hot to the touch There's not much left of us So you went with him Down to Birmingham Stayed in some fancy hotel on a credit card scam You left in a limo, came back on a bus Without much left of us The part that remains It's rotten and bruised Soft spot on the passion fruit You can cut off the black Feast on the rest There're nights I'm still in love with you And the dreams they come And they won't go away I keep saying the things that we don't want to say Up on the sun and down to the bone There's not much left of us Cause you went with him