used to be

i could think of better ways to spend my time

than to memorize your face every time your name starts to slip my mind

i used to know the right lines i couldn’t tell you where it all went

i kissed a lot of faces but yours still seems to make the most sense to me

and it still does, baby

i used to be worth talking to

lately i ain’t what i used to be

it used to be i could captivate you

but now i ain’t got nothing on me

and even on my emptiest stomach

i won you over with every love letter i sent

now all you want to do is red ink all my grammar

what a waste of my thirty-seven cents

i used to be worth talking to

these days i am not so sure

it used to be i could captivate you

but i ain’t myself anymore

and after 19 years you think i would start to notice

all this shit keeps hitting closer to home

and for all those things my father’s father never got to tell me

i guess i’ll just figure out on my own

i used to be worth talking to

these day i’d rather not speak

i still want to fascinate you

now i ain’t got nothing on me