There's just ten minutes of heat left 'til December
We're huddled out for the rain
Whatever happens to literate schoolkids
Whatever happens to a dream detained

It's not so easy to follow the rules and
Lie about which theater your movie's in
It's such a pity, the stairs smell like chlorine
Everybody's settled in

I seriously believe you're a Hypochondriac
You just can't see the symptoms yet
You can't decide whether or not you're sick
I told you one two three, ready set and

Going back isn't any easier
When you've convinced yourself you're better off and
Sitting still just doesn't help me
Let me get up to walk and stretch some
Coming home's always worth the bus-ride
If you can put up with the guilt and
A football injury is not enough, man
Just admit you're out of shape and leave

Sleeping in was such a minor offense then
Now at work we face the consequences
I want to tell you that I never go shopping
It's just how much I care

Shake my hand, pull in to embrace
Grab a wayward arm, don't touch the face
Grab you by the shoulder you pull back again
Empty promises I wish were true and

Growing old was never so fast-tracked
I landed a punch square in your back
Older, still, as many doors are closing
I didn't think it would still be raining

Going back isn't any easier
When you've convinced yourself you're better off and
Sitting still just doesn't help me
Let me get up to walk and stretch some
Coming home's always worth the bus-ride
If you can put up with the guilt and
A football injury is not enough, man
Just admit you're out of shape and leave

The wind blows all the heat away
It was so nice of you to stay for me
Everything here worked out without me
We always take care of our own

Yesterday was perfect
At least if you reference the net quality
Today I woke up early
Because nobody knows nobody parties like me

Going back isn't any easier
When you've convinced yourself you're better off and
Sitting still just doesn't help me
Let me get up to walk and stretch some
Coming home's always worth the bus-ride
If you can put up with the guilt and
A football injury is not enough, man
Just admit you're out of shape and leave

Getting young isn't any easier
Than growing old with grace, we all said
Not a thing is gonna be different now
Not a thing, please, excuse me
Coming home is still worth the deception
I told you that maybe I'll come back again
Thanks for keeping me, I still care so much for you
I'm sorry, now I'll leave.

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