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