All this talk of getting old
It is getting me down my love
Like a cat in a bag, waiting to drown
This time I am coming down
And I hope you are thinking of me
As you lay down on your side
Now the drugs dont work
They just make you worse
But I know I will see your face again
But I know I am on a losing streak
Cause I passed down my old street
And if you wanna show, then just let me know
And I will sing in your ear again
if heaven calls, I am coming, too
Just like you said, you leave my life, I am better off dead..