How I Got Old - Cameron Smith

You and I

Are good friends, you know

Follow me into this empty room

That isn’t even mine

It’s not the first time

You’ve fallen into love

It’s not the last time

But it feels like it could be enough

And it’s true

I’ve been trapped in my room

I’m going to move

But I don’t want to

I wanna know

When I first started feeling alone

Crying into these empty rooms

That aren’t even mine

It’s not the first time

You’ve fallen out of love

And it’s not the last time

But it feels like it should be enough

And it’s true

I get attached to my wounds

I know you don’t want me to

What can I do?

Push this couch out

Sell my shit

It’s not our house

It’s where we laid our heads

I’ll leave my car on that road

Trash this junk

If I can’t get it sold

Take care of myself

I’ll set new goals

Get my story straight

On how I got old

I’ll twist my neck

Til I can see true

And just look at you

Silhouetted by the moon

Silhouetted by the moon

Silhouetted by the moon