We could have had
the best of both
Instead, we dance around
and play it awfully coy
Like we should settle down
Start a family; kids, two
At twenty four
seems any bite is way too much to chew
I mean we obviously grow older...
But it’s a constantly
growing
pit on my tongue
But there’s some fun in
knowing
‘Shit it’s over’
‘Thank god it’s over’
Yeah, we’ll get fancy
Eat a hundred’s worth for two
And I swear I’ll keep my head on tight
like, no pressure!
But later on
stumbling for your door
I’m leaning in until I taste cement