Running On Fumes

And what do you mean?
Our hill’s not all that steep
When the gauge reads half a tank
And yet you run on fumes for a week
And you and I, we once looked fine
Until you split your lip against the side of my face
So why do we bother with all this fighting?
And especially at our age
And you never did
Write down their names
So why break bones for them?
And blackened nights you rage
And you and I, we once looked great
And you and I, we sounded fine
And you had hit notes, but also high kerbs
I gave one stares, but I now take shorter steps
For after our accident we lost our no claims
And now I hate those pastel shades
That are just within my vision range
And you and I, we once looked fine
Until you split your lip against the side of my face
So why do we bother with all this fighting?
And especially at our age