Growing Old Tune

The Sun splits me, you know what its like
When it holds you, you hold it but damn the light
After blinded, who knows which way to turn
Running circles, we both know who got burned

I miss the times when we both lost control
WIth no reasons or rhyme
You were falling fast, I was rising slow
It was fighting, We were fighting
(growing old)

Broken frames fight letting go
These walls close faster everyday
May this sun set take you home
I’m going home, I’m going home

The sun splits me, you know what its like