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]  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'm 
              [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]  down 

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

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