Louis Logic - They Don't Make 'Em Like They Used To lyrics

Polished to a high shine, straight outta the shrink wrap Thin cracks riddled the gla** on our picture perfect past now that I think back Was it in craftsmanship? Was there something lacking in The packaging that let a draft get in and stale our little prim pact? Perhaps it was a grim fact of manufacture ways of past Nothing's ever made to last. What a clever way to make some cash! Everyone's afraid to ask how many more days you have Let's just say it's much too late to act. The expiration date elapsed When you're invested in someone you mess with You never expect that you'll take a bath Here's a funny little saying for that... What doesn't k** you makes you laugh Why would we make such a trade? (Some things don't change. Love seems so strange.) Principle over pa**ion, maybe I'm just old fashioned (Those same old games. Smoke from old flames.) You can always build it cheaper right? The truth is costly So we turned a date into a heated night and inserted A into your slot B That was our first mistake, as if it wasn't worth the wait To find the right time or the perfect place to set up our rehearsal space Such an uncertain shape to incur the weight of our trust it was sure to break A few vertebrae, a deserving fate. It's nothing any words would change We were built to work this way, doomed from the start, two little hearts Fused with a spark, cursed to make it last just until the glue comes apart To think it seemed crude in the bars, long before computers would chart Who you should partner up with. That's when falling in love was still viewed as an art Why would we make such a trade? (Some things don't change. Love seems so strange.) Principle over pa**ion, maybe I'm just old fashioned (Those same old games. Smoke from old flames.) How could we take such a change? (Some things don't change. Love seems so strange.) The way that love's being rationed, maybe I'm just old fashioned (Those same old games. Smoke from old flames.) This is big business. It's on every kid's wishlist Every Mr. catches his Mrs., every Nancy gets her Sid Vicious You let the very fabric of your merry marriage stretch to its limits And get up on your best leg with a nest egg then end up in debt when it's finished You can forget all the gimmicks... quicker, thinner, with a s**ier image In the end, whether commitment measures the distance all depends on what's in it We're all synthetic provisional lovers wrapped and stuffed in styrofoam My pop cemented his love for my mother and scratched and cut their lives in stone And I should have known, I wasn't raised inside the new school But let's just admit it, they don't make 'em like they used to Remember when a truthful togetherness was crucial? Now everyone is too cool and they don't make 'em like they used to My friend pool is a who's who, menu of what fools do To ruin a beautifully brewed truce, they don't make 'em like they used to It's sad but it's too true, love is far between and too few When it comes to hearts it seems that they don't make 'em like they used to