All this talk of getting old 
It's getting me down my love 
Like a cat in a bag, waiting to drown 
This time [bad word] #39; down 

And I hope you're thinking of me 
As you lay down on your side 
Now the [bad word] don't work 
They just make you worse 
But I know I'll see your face again 

Now the [bad word] don't work 
They just make you worse 
But I know I'll see your face again 

But I know I'm on a losing streak 
'Cause I passed down my old street 
And if you wanna show, then just let me know 
And I'll sing in your ear again 

Now the [bad word] don't work 
They just make you worse 
But I know I'll see your face again 

'Cause baby, ooh, if heaven calls, [bad word]  too 
Just like you said, you leave my life, I'm better off dead 

All this talk of getting old 
It's getting me down my love 
Like a cat in a bag, waiting to drown 
This time [bad word] #39; down 

Now the [bad word] don't work 
They just make you worse 
But I know I'll see your face again 

'Cause baby, ooh, if heaven calls, [bad word]  too 
Just like you said, you leave my life, I'm better off dead 

But if you wanna show, just let me know 
And I'll sing in your ear again 

Now the [bad word] don't work 
They just make you worse 
But I know I'll see your face again 

Yeah, I know I'll see your face again 
Yeah, I know I'll see your face again 
Yeah, I know I'll see your face again 
Yeah, I know I'll see your face again 

I'm never going down, I'm [bad word] down 
No more, no more, no more, no more, no more 
I'm [bad word] down, I'm never going down 
No more, no more, no more, no more, no more