You and I, nothing but a mess
Dressed like the best love story
That ever was
But we were a fatal mixture
We're just pretty in hindsight and pictures
You and I, a flawed design
Lines all blurred
Between the pleasure and the pain
So you can save me
All your lectures
We're only real in hindsight and pictures
You and I, in such distress
Still we soaked in the glory and the applause
Getting off, getting sicker
While that grapevine whispered
You and I, left ourselves behind
Left as just the monsters we became
So I broke from the whispers
And that fatal mixture
We're only living on hindsight and pictures
We're just pretty
In hindsight and pictures