Oh, how we get older.
Oh, how we forget about each other.
We've all become strangers with familiar faces
All with broken hearts of gold.
Do you remember the nights in our cars?
No gas in the tank, but we had what it takes to make it home.
Oh, how we get older.
Oh, how we forget about each other.
Everything looks better in the rear-view mirror
Like the ones you call your friends.
(they're all just waiting)
Just waiting to sink their teeth into your skin.
Or how we said "everything was so much easier back then".
Or when my parents taught me lessons on never growing old,
And how everything depended on these broken hearts of gold.
I'm living each day like it's the last one i'll ever see again.