All this talk of getting old, it's getting me down my love
Like a cat in a bag, waiting to drown. This time I'm comin' down
And I hope you're thinking of me as you lay down on your side
Now the drugs don't work They just make you worse
But I know I'll see your face again
Now the drugs don't work They just make you worse
But I know I'll see your face again
But I know I'm on a losing streak 'cause I passed down my old street
And if you wanna show, then just let me know and I'll sing in your ear again
Now the drugs don't work They just make you worse
But I know I'll see your face again
