Sweetheart, your body’s weak
[?] in here
I know it’s harder when you think
You’ve been praying to that god for years
But tonight we shall convene
Tonight we organize
We won’t wake up on the floor
And promenade to our stupid lies
See, I was hoping I’d catch you here
For comrade and camaraderie
I’ve got a bevy of ideas
And I’ve gotta tell you everything
See, I’ve been going to bed with death
And my head is laying in his lap
I had a brilliant idea once in this brain
Now I’m terrified it ain’t coming back
So, oh girl, you pinch your cheeks
And you will all be free
No more c-cutting your teeth
Like some ugly and some unhappy

This is the sound of us growing old
This is the sound of us being broke
This is the sound of walking away
This is the sound of us being choked
This is the sound of a photograph
The one you’re hiding between your ears
But you can stuff it into your sock drawer, little girl
But it will always be right here
I will always be right here

So what is it worth to you
To clean those muddy boots
To sell up out on them
Before they sell up out on you
And what is it worth to you
When everything goes black
Oh, open up your brave displays
Like with your grandfather’s heart attack
With your mother by his side
Making up all the plans
And he was selling out on her
But she was selling out on him
She was selling out on him

This is the sound of us growing old
This is the sound of us being broke
This is the sound of walking away
This is the sound of us being choked
This is the sound of us growing old
This is the sound of us being broke
This is the sound of us walking away
This is the sound of selling out your own
This is the sound of selling out your own
This is the sound of selling out your own
This is the sound of selling out your own
This is the sound of selling out your own