How I Got Old

You and I
Are good friends, you know
Follow me into this empty room
That isn't even mine
It's not the first time
You've fallen into love
It's not the last time
But it feels like it could be enough

And it's true
I've been trapped in my room
I'm going to move
But I don't want to

I wanna know
When I first started feeling alone
Crying into these empty rooms
That aren't even mine
It's not the first time
You've fallen out of love
And it's not the last time
But it feels like it should be enough

And it's true
I get attached to my wounds
I know you don't want me to
What can I do?

Push this couch out
Sell my shit
It's not our house
It's where we laid our heads
I'll leave my car on that road
Trash this junk
If I can't get it sold
Take care of myself
I'll set new goals
Get my story straight
On how I got old
I'll twist my neck
Til I can see true
And just look at you
Silhouetted by the moon

Silhouetted by the moon
Silhouetted by the moon