Dying On A Hill

Dying on a hill

Passing in the cold

Life gets like this and then you're old

Grow up wishing still

Still out on that road

It gets worse or so i am told

The matter works its parts

But you'll still need that spark

Get up and get out of the dark

'Cause i've been hurt way before

Way before, way before

And maybe we're not all that young

Anymore, anymore

Waking up still drunk

A birthday of my own

I get high and damn moving on

Thinking 'bout a chance to get back in your head

I've been up for days with my plans

Pay my happy price

Wish i'd seen the light

In the back of a stranger's eyes

But I have been hurt way before

Way before, way before

and maybe we're not all that young

Not anymore, not anymore