Getting Old

Believe me, I'm running dry
I used to have the cool to refill my high
But now the reefer keeps me all trapped inside
And I keep setting the alarm but still miss my ride

I'm calling for you, please don't go
Winter's coming, I'm so cold
Dreams are like the hands you fold
Maybe I'm just getting old

I'm just getting old

And I fall behind on taxes
Are just crippling me, I go blind
Came back from Ibiza and I lost my mind
It's hard to understand
But I still need you to say I'm fine

I'm calling for you, please don't go
Winter's coming, I'm so cold
Dreams are like the hands you fold
Maybe I'm just getting old

I'm getting old

All my sorrow, all my pain
And I'm just a man
Ain't got no one to blame
And truth be told
I'm getting old

I'm calling for you, please don't go
Winter's coming, I'm so cold
Dreams are like the hand I fold
I'm just getting old

It's the debt I owe
Lies are truth untold
I'm just getting old
I'm just getting old (getting old, getting old)

I'm getting old (getting old)



Credits
Writer(s): James William Jr Sturr
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