the color of my hair is changing, my skin is soft, too soft for a man my age and i am never alone where is time taking me?
nothing is real, this is how i feel and nothing is wrong but everything takes too long
how did this end up me against you? with everything that i say, and everything you do? your smile is changing ‒ yeah where is time taking you?
nothing is real, this is how i feel nothing is good, but i don't mind being blind if you don't mind doing time nothing is wrong but everything takes too long
hey, by the way, when i fell to your wayside did i crash or just slide? hey, by the way, when i pulled myself up to your wayside did i hurt you or just slide in?
so this is how it feels to get a little older and, some would say, wiser? we know what that means, maybe not well, maybe that's what that means, maybe not
nothing is real, this is how i feel nothing is good, but i don't mind being blind if you don't mind doing time nothing is wrong but everything takes too long
hey, by the way, when i fell to your wayside did i crash or just slide? hey, by the way, when i pulled myself up to your wayside did i hurt you or just slide in?