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