Because We're Old

When he passes by
He thinks to himself
"I'm passing by an emptier road"

And he keeps on goin', and goin'

You wanna run away

When you lay in bed in night
Do you think about...?

Then he locks his bike
He keeps to himself
Familiar faces come into view
He stutters
But he wants to go inside
(Oh my)



Credits
Writer(s): Shiloh Adela
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