Older

Morning comes by the fluorescent light
What a fright!
And every line reminds you of what used to be
Crawling back into bed
You laugh, raise your head
And say «hey, do you remember me?»
Now that you’re older and the mornings are colder
And the lights are less forgiving
Forgive me for living
The morning time was about to begin
But then the fog rolled in
Leaving stains across your fingers
Now you’re finding that it’s not a game
What a shame
That beauty fades but reputation lingers (ch)
It’s an emotional residue
That washes over you
Leaving everything much clearer
Oh, it’s not so bad
What you had
To face in the mirror (ch)