Everything in my life is worn out
And I guess it's way overdue
To give me something else to complain about
In place of songs that I'd write about you
I thought I could keep waiting on old flames to boil my blood
But when the heat dies down, I'm left with my doubts
And no choice but to bite on my tongue
I move so slow, but of course I do
Words get caught in my throat and I start to choke
I'm stuck with no room to grow
I spend my weeks shaking off the dust of the life I'm settling into
All the songs I love about growing up don't appeal the way that they used to
It should be so easy to disappear
I'm not staying here
I'm not changing. I'm not leaving
I'm not going anywhere
Don't try to cover it up
We know ourselves well enough
Don't try to cover it up
I know myself well enough
We try to hold out for more time
We try to cover up the holes that we made in our lives
We'll never admit when we're wrong
We try to cover it up with lines from our favorite songs
We try to cover it up with being obsessed with the thought of staying young