Washed Up

Go ahead and call her phone, hold her close to you
Memorise her silhouette, she's crazy about you
Tell her that you love her and not see it as defeat
Or end up old and bitter, not so bitter sweet

Here lies this washed up beatnik, exhausted and bored
Passion's a tiring thing, especially when you're old

I saw you cry for her, I saw you smash and scream
I heard you were a man that does not cry
Where do you now find comfort? What have you achieved?
Oh you still look so sure of all the things you once believed

Here lies this washed up beatnik, exhausted and bored
Passion's a tiring thing, especially when you're old

Here lies this washed up beatnik, exhausted and bored
Passion's a tiring thing, especially when you're old



Credits
Writer(s): Ian Walsh, Paul Mencel, Patrick Mencel
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