Our creaking bones,
just go to show,
how old we've become.

Young love is for brittle hearts,
the tattered lungs, all wide eyed
and wounded arms.


Oh I knew you once.
For a night we shared skin and wore out our lungs.

Under street lights you were something to believe in.
Blurry eyed, but $#&@ it, I was living.


I'm weary on your mind.
You're a sore sight, for these young eyes.
I took whats mine.

Left you behind, when I lost all the fight.

Oh I knew you once.

For a night we shared skin and wore out our lungs.
Under bar light you were something to believe in.
Blurry eyed, but $#&@ it, we're still breathing.


I found a new way, of making the same mistakes.


I went to the metal bar.
I was searching for a feeling.
Crawled through %#@! dives,

I did it for the healing.
You were a blur when I met the streets again,
lost and lonely and begging, for something to believe in.


Oh I knew you once.
For a night we shared skin and wore out our lungs.

Under street lights you were something to believe in.
Blurry eyed, but $#&@ it, I'm still breathing.


I found a new way, of making the same mistakes.
I found a new way, of making the same mistakes.