Joints - Holly Miranda

Dreamt of you again last night

Called your phone to hear your voice

I know

I know you know

That I’ll never let you go

How do I let go?

I can feel it in my joints

It aches and creaks and

There’s no point

In growing old

Oh this life I’ve made on my own

Is lonely with the love I’ve known

Where are you

Is where I want to be

Where are you

Is where I want to be