We're Not The Same As We Used To Be

We've lived in a little match box, in a yard there was a boat made from newspaper. I dreamed our lives, you played guitar. And now, you're not the same and I'm not the same, though I was trying to not turn to this so hard. But you changed me. I don't know how this came true.

And I don't know what next to do.
The ice is getting thiner under me and you.