But I don't get out much these days
Waking young and feeling old
The days are no longer my own,
To piss away the waking hours
But don't, don't don't, don't let them go
oh don't, don't don't, don't let them go to waste
The fire in my eye is fleeting now
Your robot heart is bleeding
And that little voice
In the back of your mind
Just wants you to know
Just hopes that you know
