12th St. Beach

I'm growing into the lines on my face
I swear I'll never like the taste of getting old
Waking up to an ache of something I can't take
And my left arm's asleep again
I'll never understand my ways

You still say that you don't remember how you used to know me
Soon before it decides to make you sleep it'll test you to hold onto all the secrets you've planned to keep
Will you wake up alone wondering what you've done or who you've become?

You still say that you don't remember how you used to know me