Sweet people in my ear, whispering what I'd like to hear,
stories of lovestruck cast in gold, it makes me bold, it makes me bolder.
Sweet love I took my chances, ink out all my failed romances,
if I kill my brain I'm told, it makes me old, it makes me older.
Living life by never trying - fuck the truth you keep denying.
What has changed in the last ten years?
How the good god damn did you end up here?
A deaf ear to the floor won't hear the fear felt here before,
it's hopeless trying, prying wide the eyes I tried to shut before.
People come and people go.
Sweet memories lost in time, to feel like they were never mine,
sweet transience it takes its toll, and makes me old, it makes me older.
Sweet words I once assumed would take the old and make it new,
kill my brain but save my soul, it makes me cold, it makes me colder.

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