These streets, they just don't know me Like you seem to do Swollen disappointments But the loneliness is new Take away this crown Face paint's running down these walls I'd like to say that I'm better now I'm home But I'm still low Mr. Blue, Mr. Grey, you're fine But you drag me down And I've tried fucking every girl in town But I'm still down And it's here again today Sticks around won't go away But it's colder than before It does you no good But you try to say that it's okay This is all you, all you know Always, always low But it breaks to see it, though You're getting old, boy Getting old, boy I'm already low I'm al-ready low I'm already low You're getting old, boy You're getting old, boy You're getting old, boy You're getting old, boy