We're both old enough now to see each other clearly

I'm not too impressed, you're not at your best, not even nearly

When we were thirteen, I never took you for me

But now the clock's ticking, if you know what I mean

I guess things matter more now than me

If you keep on digging around

You might as well put your face on the back of a bus around here

Maybe if your cheek got graft, you'd look in a mirror

We've been 'round enough now to know this all so neatly

Self-doubt, petty stress, and dating a mess, weak-kneed and teary

When we were sixteen, it never felt like a dream

But now it's less subtle, if you know what I mean

I think about you all of the time

And wonder where we put that line

If you keep on digging around

You might as well put your face on the back of a bus around here

Maybe if your cheek got graft, you'd look in a mirror

If we keep on digging around

Might as well pack it in now

If everything was going to shit

And there was no question about it

If the writing was there on the wall

And I took a leap, would you catch me if I fall?

If you keep on digging around

You might as well put your face on the back of a bus around here

Maybe if your cheek got graft, you'd look in a mirror

If you keep on digging around

Might as well put your face on the back of a bus around here (Back of a bus around here)

Maybe if your cheek got graft, you'd look in a mirror

There's pictures of you in my room

There's pictures of us doing things that nineteen-year-olds do

And sometimes I wonder what happened to you

In the end, I think it's just growing apart like people do