Well we were flying down the road
And you were telling me about your past life
You were Zelda, I was Scott
And all we ever did was drink champagne fight
You said, "That's how it goes. I guess it's alright,
That we just waste the best years of our lives."
I said, "Well, I don't know. Yeah, maybe you're right.
But if the good years are bad, the bad years are outta sight."
And I don't know myself anymore
No I don't know myself anymore
Get a little colder every year
Get a little colder every year
Well I don't know myself anymore
No I don't know myself anymore
Get a little colder every year
Get a little colder every year
And later on we went up to the roof and drank some jack and coke without the coke
Tangled up in some old story, lost the plot and ended up in the same old joke
That's how it goes. I guess it's all right.
You have something then you lose it for the rest of your life
Well, I don't know. I guess that's right.
But if you lose yourself enough, being lost will feel all right.
Come on and let me down one last time, one last time
Come on and let me down one last time-