the places we (i) made

and any of those places weren't any special

i painted magic on ordinary streets

now i walk them like a stranger

while you’re making new memories on repeat

so many girls walked the same walks

your words, just recycled lines

seasons changed, but you never did

and i thought you were only mine

now i see it all in my head

was it ever meaningful, or just pretend?

maybe i made it all special in my mind

while you were already leaving me behind

those places we called ours — they're empty now

guess they never meant a thing to you somehow

now you're doing the same with somebody else

she's standing in the spots i used to claim

and i'm haunted by our echoes

while you're playing the same old game

they don't longer exist in my mind

those streets feel colder with time

i gave them heart, i gave them gold

but you just let it all unwind

now i see it all in my head

was it ever special, or just what you said?

maybe i made it beautiful in my mind

rewriting love with a rose-colored bind

they were ours, now they're no one's place

just shadows i can't seem to erase

guess it never meant anything to you

just chapters you flicked through

but i held every page like scripture

while you blurred the picture

now i see it all in my head

i was the artist, you just misread

those places weren't special — i made them so

now they're just echoes of a no-show

they were ours… now they're lost in the wind

just like you, just like what could've been

and any of those places weren't any special…

'til i loved you in them.