Throw away those pictures
And anything I sent
And the postcard told you something
That I never meant
While I was far away
You were with me all the time
Thoughts of innocent cries
And fall asleep eyes
I guess this world is over
I know I'm getting older
I guess this world is over
I know I'm getting older
Weeks to go before
I leave for good
You don't know by now
But I know you should
Boring sunsets
And walks around the town
As I think and pace...
...and curse the ground
I curse the ground
I guess this world is over
I know I'm getting older
Fake surpise when I
Show up at your door
Who is it?
Where did you come from?
Who...put you up to this?
Don't act like you don't care
Or resist..pretend.
