It’s not a game
I’m not stacking the cards
The slow fade,
I can’t replace the broken bottle
Its coming round back someday to save my life
Cause I don’t care
Bout nothing at all it’s so awful
Have i lost my passioned innocence?
Have I lost my mind yet?
Oh oh
It tears me apart
Oh oh
My heart full of hollow
Oh oh
I was lost from the start
Oh oh
With my head to the sidewalk I ask:
Its it over yet? Over yet, will it end?
Over yet? Over yet will it end?
Turn me on, Turn me young
Im getting old man
And I’m too young to be Over it
And it sure seems sad
when everyday is a God denial
Have i lost my passioned innocence?
Have I lost my mind yet?
I want you to turn me on
Im getting old man,
But im too young
To be over it