So hollow at this age
As all of your slogans slide in to catchphrases
In bad graces falling out their mouths, littered on the ground so I can barely move
And so tied to you
In time's left to wonder, what little worth left I have to prove
It falters then it fades
Could this be, one of those times that we're meant to acknowledge
Can't we just try hard to pretend
That there's something below, to rise up sharp and tell you 'I'm sorry'
More than cheap drinks, cheaper friends.
And where in do we meet
So that we compliment our histories, resort to competing
The beating of our brow has left little to allow a separate space, a sense of place, how good are you at keeping pace, twice removed
And so tied to you
At time's left to wonder, how could I have been so consumed
That it has to be this way
Could this be, one of those times that we're meant to bother
Can't we just try hard to forget
That people still hate, just better at hiding the way that we treat one another
More than cheap drinks, cheaper friends.
I suggested he take away your wallet
I have a propensity for taking back what should never be taken back
I suggested she might feel better if she calls it
I have a propensity for for taking back what should never be taken back