Old Stories

In stories of old, you held my hand
We were new and bold, with nothing planned
I fell for you, through and through
With a hunger for the things you do
But not any more, it's cast aside
Shatter my core, at least I tried

Shame, then, it's come to this
Game plan, where once was bliss

If you're going to go, don't make it slow
You can tell yourself that I don't know
Stay with the plan, with another new man
But remember the old, if you can
Not hard to see, there's no mysteries
All that's left are some old stories

Blame me, I'll take the flak
Shame free, I won't be back...