songs we wrote

I'd take you home You'd ask if I can go I know you don't have room But I'd sleep on the floor We watch TV Your favorite episode of Glee You've seen a hundred times, explaining everything Then fall asleep With a pillow and your sheets On the carpet where you'd write your songs with me But it's still stuck inside my head And I can't seem to get myself to bed And now I'm only holding on to songs we wrote Cause they remind me of how we used to be It's been a year with you We'd yell from room to room And we'd keep getting louder, trying to match our volume Then we'd act like nothing's wrong And we'd just write another song Like it was helping us at all I wanted to tell you, I wanted to help you I wanted to be there when nobody else was But I guess that's not enough And you're all I'm thinking of But it's still stuck inside my head And I can't seem to get myself to bed And now I'm only holding on to songs we wrote Cause they remind me of how we used to be