Low (Acoustic)

These streets, they just don't know me

Like you seem to do

Swollen disappointments

But the loneliness is new

And take away this crown

Face paint's running down these walls

And I'd like to say that I'm better now I'm home

But I'm still low

Mr. Blue, Mr. Grey, you're fine, but you drag me down

And I've tried fucking every girl in town

But I'm still down

And it's here again today

Sticks around won't go away

And it's colder than before

It does me no good

But you try to say that it's okay

This is always, always low

Always, always low

But it aches to see it, though

You're getting old, boy

You're 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