Not feeling so good about it Ever since he came on back Around and burst your bubble You've run out of track
Staring down at my hands Wondering what to say next Ah, maybe, "I got other plans" Or let time deal with it instead
I got to get it right The seasons come and go She only ever calls when I'm out Starting to think she knows Drag my bones out of bed The lights are coming up And maybe I got lost in The friendly fire, you know?
Yeah-eh-eh No, no, no Well, the joke got old Now nobody wants to know And, yeah-eh-eh No-oh-oh When you fall down on the floor 'Cause now you're on your own Yeah, the joke got old
Everybody wants to know What you got going on Well, maybe I'm just surviving Or else I'm getting old
I got to get it right The seasons come and go She only ever calls when I'm out Starting to think she knows Drag my bones out of bed The lights are coming up And maybe I got lost in The friendly fire, you know?
Yeah-eh-eh No, no, no Well, the joke got old Now nobody wants to know And, yeah-eh-eh No-oh-oh When you fall down on the floor And everybody's going home Yeah, the joke got old
Compositor: Ethan James Barnett ECAD: Obra #38729478