That's a gold hat, cool cat

Growing old feels like a gamble and I can feel my body ache and self-destruct

Just say that you'll be the one who saves me
Just say that you'll be the one who needs me

Expectation vs reality. Slow progression is a formality

Differences between now and then
Distances between if and when
Each passing night is a marker, a constant reminder that I get darker



Credits
Writer(s): Moray Shaw
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