The Kids Were Wrong

Go to sleep, nothing's changing

I'll be right here by your side

Break the teens, colours fading

In the stillness of the night

You're thick-skinned, but it seems

You're hiding in daydreams

Can't find our way to the light

And when this routine ends, through nights and weekends

we'll see daylight through the blinds

Drifting in a cold state, the glowing cracks of old days

Bodies slack and pressed beneath the hour in your eyes

Fingernails and cold skin, your parent's bed we lay in

Arms outstretched to emptiness; the space you've left behind

Go to sleep, nothing's changing

I'll be right here by your side

Tear the seams, we're not aging

Beneath these trembling star-lit skies

You're thick-skinned, but you know

It's beyond our control

Shadows gleaming in our eyes

Been living a past dear, be free from those dull years