A man uses his hands to tell a story.
A tall man in a suit walks by.
And on this side of the glass, with Mumford strolling through the air, the glare from the sun reflecting off of the cars parked in the street is just...

enough to obscure the details of the faces across the room.
And the coffee is good, as always.

A red bandeau and blue flannel.

A brand new record.
Bright, self-renewed novelty.
Spin you paper thin.

I can finally recall the exact moment I lost myself*.
It all began when I started placing your opinion higher on the scale than what I believed of myself.

All this time I've been a deer caught in the headlights,
it's funny how you can grow used to pretty much anything.

Everything has changed now,
You no longer make me feel proud about myself, but ashamed.
I feel like my own self is starting to fade away into this new type of girls you're hitting on day by day.

You've changed your standards and so you changed me as well.
You replaced my vans and mess, with a girl in a pink dress.

And though you are the one, who left me behind,
the shock of my evolving has got you judging me all over.

Forgive me for I'm not the girl you put your faith on last summer,
a broken promise and a stare of disappointment is all thats left of us.