We're young and beautiful

We're young and beautiful

In the lounge the carpet's threadbare,
But she'll never change it
Because there's a mark that he left there...

He stumbled his dry gin walk,
He mumbled his nicotine talk.
And she's long since forgotten the cause,
Of the argument that made him pause.
And spill his dirty liquor on that 1970's carpet.

The photo sits crumpled and faded,
The grey and white dirty shaded,
She smiles as she remembers that wedding dress,
And the vows she managed with such finesse.
How they were young,
And oh, so beautiful...

But with the harsh shrill of the phone comes reality,
All the moments now memories and their lethality,
Once they were young and beautiful,
But that passing event is done and dusted,
Like the souvenirs she polishes on display,
She remembers the very day,
She'll never grow adjusted.

Once they were young and beautiful,
but it's hard to remember now...
once they were young and beautiful
but they've both changed somehow.