Before I Met You

I watch him touch you
Through my fingers
Back before I met you

I bought these tickets
To sit in darkness
And witness days before I met you

Before I met you

I don't want you
If you betray me like before

Before I met you
Now it’s harder to ignore

It's something about things you said
Those images inside my head
Even though the thing was dead

I combine the thrill with dread
I can see you both in bed
Even though the thing is dead

Amidst the scrapbooks and the neatly ordered files
Long lost photographs of false and public smiles
Old reviews and memorabilia chart her rise (it came from nowhere)
Like some secret dossier waiting for a trial (it came from nowhere)

This is where you came before
This is who you used to be
Long before I had met you

You were young and fancy free
With a boy you barely knew
Long before I met you

What the hell was his name?
Just tell me his name
What the hell was his name?

She said: "I don't remember, I don’t understand"
"Why the hell is this important, I don't understand"
"I could be your virgin that's some sleight of hand"
"Desdemona's new Othello, is that what you planned?"

Before I met you

Before, before I met you