Uh-oh
Uh-oh
In
my soul I keep
Soft feelings, sharp pencils
And memories
Of where you used to live
The end of an era They said we're only growing older
When we were crying on your sofa Like we're the first ones to be sad
But my head is heavy on your shoulder
While my arms are tied around your waist
The sound is getting softer Of the traffic outside your place
I know it's getting late
I've never been a morning person I am a demon when I'm tired
And when I'm lonely I need you to be with me
I'm sick of only seeing you on weekends
And when you said I need you too
That was the moment I knew We were the first ones to be sad
But my head is heavy on your shoulder
While my arms are tied around your waist
And the sound is getting softer Of the traffic outside your place
I know it's getting late