Good Shoes
Times Change
And I’ve seen the photos of when you were youngAnd you used to smile and hold handsBut that just doesn’t happen much these daysAnd the photos fade and the hair turns greyAnd the cracks turn into cavitiesAnd now you only sleep in separate bedsGo your own wayTimes change so have youWith your head in your handsI thought you’d understandTimes change so have youAnd the photos fade and the hair turns greyAnd the cracks turn into cavitiesAnd now you always sleep in separate bedsAnd you can’t escape what’s come beforeAnd you’ll inherit all your parents flawsAnd I don’t think I’m the anomaly
From Letras Mania