I work my brain down to the bone
Thinking of how to atone
Is love worse than hate when it's gone?
Does love still hurt when you move on?
I'm wrestling my sheets
Fighting myself in my sleep
Meander naked in the cold
Unprotected from getting old
I whittle my brain down to the stem
Go from bad to worse and back again
And I know I had to try
That idea was yours and not mine
I'm wrestling my sheets
Fighting myself in my sleep
Meander naked in the cold
Unprotected from getting old
Maybe I should act my age
Instead of the size of shoes I lace
Maybe I could get better
But why?
Maybe I should act my age
Instead of the size of shoes I lace
Maybe I could get better
But why?