Til I remember lending softer ears to my lungs And maybe if I hold you now, would you hold me now? Sometimes it ends too soon We're getting older too Night falls We're covered over now We're getting older And I don't want to sleep

I just know that I'll regret this when it's over Ooh-ooh ooh ooh, ooh-ooh ooh Ooh, I know that I'll regret this when I'm sober But every shot I'm getting closer, getting closer Is it true that 80 proof is the reason I'm with you? Oh, I know that I'll

Don't let me let me stop you From doing what you wanna do You don't wanna stick just me it's cool Take no chance getting over you No no don't let me let me stop you If you wanna leave baby you can leave Just don't pretend that you're into me If it ain't

You said it was over But your clothes say different on my bedroom floor But your clothes say different on my bedroom floor, yeah You be saying real, real nice, real nice things When I'm touching you You be getting real, real, real, real, real jealous

New York, Vegas, to overseas Ain't nothing like rolling with a Georgia peach Don't you know that we're just getting started Ain't nothing really dropping till we get in the party Go head and take your chance, if we're lucky Everybody gon' be right here

When your chips are down When your highs are low Reaching for the light Knowing we can't win It's getting close to sundown over the Sierra Stranded on the freeway burning with desire She was on the sidewalk looking for a night light

La la la la la, la la la la, la la la la, oh Oh mama, actin' like my life's already over Oh dear, act your age and try another year As I'm getting older, chip up on my shoulder Rolling through life, to roll over and die Missing hippy Jon, salad days are

Never gonna chase it now I know you're seeing someone You're not getting closer And I hold such hope in a song that saved my life And you got wrapped up getting on with your life I said you're feeling nothing

These streets ain't so pretty What good would that be Would you like me if I had a gun Dodging cops always on the run now Getting caught up over petty drama Selling drugs to somebody's momma I'm telling you these streets ain't I swear everything that

I've got new rules, I count 'em I've gotta tell them to myself You ain't getting over him One, don't pick up the phone You know he's only calling 'cause he's drunk and alone Two, don't let him in Three, don't be his friend You know you're gonna wake up