Washed Up

Go ahead echo her form

Hold her close to you

Memorise her silhouette

She's crazy about you

Tell her that you love her and not see it as defeat

Or end up old and bitter

Not so bitter sweet

Here lies this washed up beatnik

Exhausted and bored

Passion's a tiring thing

Especially when you're old

I saw you cry for her

I saw you smash and scream

I heard you were a man who does not cry

Where do you now find comfort?

What have you achieved?

Are you still oh so sure of all the things you once believed?

Here lies this washed up beatnik

Exhausted and bored

Passion's a tiring thing

Especially when you're old

Go ahead echo her form

Hold her close to you

Memorise her silhouette

She's crazy about you

Tell her that you love her and not see it as defeat

Or end up old and bitter

Not so bitter sweet