We're all getting old
Why'd you lie
You know it's true
The shadow on your side
Once grew
Now it stands still
Your eyes are darkening
We're running out of steam
Life is not
What it once seemed to be
Convictions that you held at seventeen
Are more like plasticine
Shifting and shaping
To whim
You used to be so strong
Now you're boring everyone
You're talking to yourself
In song
Solipsistic song
Reaching god knows who
And I
And I
Just want to watch
The TV with you