When
I start to love you
I end up mapping out the ways
You'll end up gone and I'll be here to stay
And I'm tired of funerals
Especially when they say it's a celebration They go home,
they get messed up,
never face it
Lately it's been catching up Maybe
part of growing up is getting colder
Losing trust,
losing sleep Losing everything but grief
I get older
I'm
getting colder
I'm tired of losing family
I'm tired of losing all my friends
If I get too close I'll wind up missing them
So I keep a distance
So you can hold on when you fall Leave a scar on my arm
And the smell of alcohol Lately it's been catching up
Maybe part of growing up is getting colder
Losing trust, losing sleep
Losing everything but grief I get older
I'm getting colder,
and colder,
and colder Getting colder,
and colder
Getting colder, and colder, and colder,
and colder
Getting colder