Caught you sleeping on a sunset bench
You know, the one that kinda looks like shit
Broken fingers and a bloody chest
I don't think you'll remember this
Then I saw you on the boulevard
Trying to sell me someone's credit card
Hanging out with the avenues
Coming down with nothing to use
And I know
We're getting old
And I know
We're getting cold
Quick stop at the liquor store
You buy a beer and I'll get 30 more
And yes sir, I'm really 24
Fuck that, let's just run for the door
Passed out and you're seeing stars
Waking up in someone else's car
Face down in a spirit ditch
Broke your neck but your legs still twitch
And I know
You're getting cold
And I know
We're getting old
