A drink with a rumor of alcohol
A relationship with a rumor of love
Is this what you thought life would be?
Your life would be when you were young
You've given in ten of your years
Why
give it ten more?
Still have trouble sleeping Still finding it hard to get hot
Stop pretending you're happy Stop pretending you're happy
Sleep with resentment Regret
is your shadow, friend
Two days pass without
feeling This low-level, quell of dread
Stop pretending you're happy There's
never a right time to leave
