Every movement is a hassle And every exhale is a sigh I'm too old for the world around me now And it's too late for another try Every muscle is aching And although both my knees are weak That's not a sign of infatuation anymore But the burden of broken memories Still I'm just not ready to let go To let go Every moment is a struggle to recall which came before But I have each one written down on a yellow post-it note somewhere Keeping track and keeping score And I'm just not ready to let go To let go To let go To let go No, I'm just not ready