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

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