[Verse 1]
Your skin is soft, your voice is loud
Your tone is off, I’m walking out
The slamming sound of a bedroom door
Makes me want you more
I’ll run back into your arms again
But I’m still mad, and you’re still bad
I don’t want to talk no more
We’ve heard it all before

[Pre-Chorus]
We were perfect from the start
Got drunk and stole shit like my heart
And now as soon as we get hope
We fight and sleep 4 feet apart
I think it’s best to end this game
Call your friends they’ll say the same
It will hurt, but it’s okay

[Chorus]
We had gold-plated love
It was bold, now it’s rough
What have we become?
With our hearts made of steel
You don’t care how I feel
Are we really done?
Call me selfish
Call me the worst of me
I’ll cry and I’ll scream
But my heart would rather see you leave
We had gold-plated love
It was bold, now it’s rough
Are we really done?
[Verse 2]
Zwijgen we de hele dag
Wil jij weer praten, hele nacht
Juist als ik denk dat we beter gaan
Zijn wij weer het huis met de lampen aan
Aan uit aan uit, we gaan ervoor
Zwart beeld, de stoppen slaan weer door
En al die tijd had ik nog hoop
We hadden het toch beloofd?
Ik had het ook niet zo bedacht
Weet dat jij niet bij me past
Heb het zo vaak geprobeerd
En ik wou dat het anders was
Heb er zo hard in geloofd
En ik weet jij deed dat ook
Toen kwam jij met de klap

[Chorus]
But we were still gold
Tell me what if I can’t ever forget you
Now you’re gone
But it doesn’t feel like I can do this
Do you think it’s that easy?
You haunt my mind because I still believe in us
But we were still gold
Tell me what if I can’t ever forget you
What if I can’t ever forget you?
[Bridge]
What if our hearts were unbreakable
What if our love was invincible
Would this gotten cold and be eternal?
Ooh, ooh, hee, hee
(We had gold-plated love)
(It was bold, now it’s rough)
(What have we become?)
What have we become?
(With our hearts made of steel)
(You don’t care how I feel)
Are we really done?

[Chorus]
Call me selfish, call me the worst of me
I’ll cry and I’ll scream
But my heart would rather see you leave
We had gold-plated love
It was bold, now it’s rough
Are we really done?
Are we really done?