You said that we can be friends
But you don't want it to end
I said that we can be friends
But can we rewind? Can we pretend?
Can we go back to where it's unbent?
Someday, somewhere, someone else but
Not me, just not me, just not me
Getting old, getting old
Getting low, getting low
Getting cold, getting cold
In the mud, letting go
Sky-high cities in the clouds on my own
Waiting to be seen by someone you don't know
Waiting to be taken outa typical, invisible
Sophistical, pitiful
I'm married to myself, I'm married to myself
I'm married to myself, I'm married to myself
Tear my body limb to limb
Till my soul floats to the rim
I'm married to myself, I'm married to myself
I'm married to myself, I'm married to myself
Tear my body limb to limb
Till my soul floats to the rim
(Na, na, na)
(Na, na, na)
(Na, na, na)
Sitting shellshock, today's too long
Out of your pocket, I'm already gone
Skinned my alive still fucking feels wrong
Moonshine, blinding my eyes
Riding a bike without pulling the clutch
The edge of my skin, all you could touch
You eyes are blocked inside your ears
None of your parts aligning to steer
I'm married to myself, I'm married to myself
I'm married to myself, I'm married to myself
Tear my body limb to limb
Till my soul floats to the rim
I'm married to myself, I'm married to myself
I'm married to myself, I'm married to myself
Tear my body limb to limb
Till my soul floats to the rim
You said that we can be friends
But the three letters at the end
Say we can never be friends
Fast forward the way it had been
Just a second, let it happen
Just a moment, not abandoned
Aching in the center of a hurricane
Getting old, getting old
Getting low, getting low
Getting cold, getting cold
In the mud, letting go
Sky-high cities in the clouds on my own
Waiting to be seen by someone you don't know
Waiting to be taken with a miracle and
Make it bearable
I'm married to myself, I'm married to myself
I'm married to myself, I'm married to myself
Tear my body limb to limb
Till my soul floats to the rim
I'm married to myself, I'm married to myself
I'm married to myself, I'm married to myself
Tear my body limb to limb
Till my soul floats to the rim
(Na, na, na)
(Na, na, na)
Getting old, getting old
Getting low, getting low
Getting cold, getting cold
In the mud, letting go
(Na, na, na)
(Na, na, na)
Getting old, getting old
Getting low, getting low
Getting cold, getting cold
In the mud, letting go
Getting old, getting old
Getting low, getting low
Getting cold, getting cold
In the mud, letting go
Sky-high cities in the clouds on my own
Waiting to be seen by someone you don't know
Waiting to be taken with a miracle and
Make it bearable