My feet are getting heavy
My vision is going dark
I’ve never been one for love songs
But it’s all I think about now.
My fingers are boney
My hands reach out like tree tops
I’ve never been one for love songs
But it’s all I think about now.
My dreams are drawn out
My thoughts are panicked
I’ve never been one for love songs
But it’s all I think about now.

I want to live in the Chelsea and write poetry
Or move to Arizona and die slowly
I want to grow old on a beach with you
I just want to grow old with you.
I just want to grow old with you.

My shoulders slouch
My tongue is tied
I’ve never been one for love songs
But it’s all I think about now.
My heart is so weak
So are my knees
I’ve never been one for love songs
but it’s all I think about now.
My charm is gone
I’m too scared for my own good
I’ve never been one for love songs
but it’s all I think about now.

I want to live in the Chelsea and write poetry
Or move to Arizona and die slowly
I want to grow old on a beach next to you
I just want to grow old with you.
I just want to grow old with you.
I just want to grow old with you.

I want to live in the Chelsea and write poetry
Or move to Arizona and die slowly
I want to grow old on a beach next to you
I just want to grow old with you.
I just want to grow old with you.
I just want to grow old with you.