Well, the older I get, the more I get sad
When I keep myself from eating, and so do all my friends
I thought being a woman was cleaning up the mess
But I am, but I am the mess
And the more I look back, the more it looks bad
Seeing I was unwilling to give up what I had
I thought being a lover was folding your hand
But I'm done, I'm done with that
I'm done, done with that
