Streetlights align a dead end road
I walk to the end pretend I don't know
I find myself here more times than I can count
It's funny how the evening brings me to
A place I can't get out
I bailed on going out tonight
So I didn't see you
But last week I was walking through your town
Kind of hoping you'd see me
And I don't know what the hell I'd say
Probably say something stupid, like I always did
And I'd wanna list all the ways with you I blew it
Well, I'm tired of the cold
And I'm tired of the way I've been living
Guess I'll be eighty years old
'Til I can finally make a well-thought-out decision
But by then, there'll be no one there to listen
Well, I get stuck in the same old cycle
Going through the motions with my eyes closed
And I've been longer than I'd like to admit
'Cause I'm scared of the aftermath if I
Can finally commit
Well I'm tired of the cold
And I'm tired of the way I've been living
Guess I'll be eighty years old
'Til I can finally make a well-thought-out decision
But by then, there'll be no one there to listen
This time was supposed to be different
I won't be the man I've been
Wasn't always so indecisive
But now I can't remember when, mmhm
Well, I'm tired of the cold
And I'm tired of the way I've been living
Guess I'll be eighty years old
'Til I can finally make a well-thought-out decision
But by then, there'll be no one there to listen
There'll be no one there to listen
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