Running On Fumes

And what do you mean?

Our hills not all that steep

When the gage reads half a tank

And yet you run on fumes for a week

And you and I, we once looked fine

Until you split your lip against the side of my face

So why do we bother with all this fighting?

And especially at our age

And you never did

Write down their names

So why break bones for them?

And blackened nights you rage

And you and I, we once looked great

And you and I, we sounded fine

And you had hit notes, but also high kerbs

I gave one stares, but I now take shorter steps

For after our accident we lost our no claims

And now I hate those pastel shades

That are just within my vision range

And you and I, we once looked fine

Until you split your lip against the side of my face

So why do we bother with all this fighting?

Especially at our age