Open Sesame - Grown Ups

I am not this charming man

Sometimes I need to stop and slow my hands from trembling

I woke up to get knocked down but I still strained to hear the sound

Of wind against my house, this tired game of cat and mouse

Lie to me

Tell me of lost loves and former glories

Lie to me

Tell me every great, ironic story

Oh I’m fucking dying to know who keeps you company

But I’m not sure if I can stay up anymore

I’m not sure

And I’m not sure if it’s worth singing anymore

I’m not sure