These streets, they just don't know me like you seem to do

Their swollen disappointments, but the loneliness is new

Take away this crown, face paint's runnin' down these walls

And I'd like to say that I'm better now, I'm home, but I'm still low

Mister Blue, Mister Gray, you're fine but you drag me down

And I've tried fuckin' 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

And it does you no good, but you try to say that it's okay

This is all you, all you know

Always, always low

And it breaks to see it though

You're getting old, boy

Getting old, boy

I'm already low

I'm already 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