I see, what a difference we’ve got,
From that next pair on the phone
He’s talkin like someone else
And I’ll be so good to you I swear,
Even though you’re never there
When everything comes apart
There’s a toll in growing old, but sticking around to see
What you’re like when you’re missing me
Coddling my apathy
What’s happening? Your hands, they look so nervous
They’re trembling, did I do this one purpose?
You know, it wasn’t right to keep me like a dream
Whose weight is tearing up at the seams
What’s the toll in growing old?
Keeping time and kissing tight?
Don’t leave it alone, you’re like my home
Oh this moment on our own
Well you’ve grown to hopelessly and truly
Find a root in me, a different kind of dream