We used to laugh and run on wider smiles
(We're running out of jokes)
When all our beds could have been kitchen tiles
(We'd call the couch our home)
Don't go upstairs, you're only half-aware
(I don't trust a drink in you)
This is the room you swore you'd never share
How do I make this right?
Strange hearts are all but intact.
Strange hands run down on your back.
Drunk, you threw up food you ate last.
Did you grow up too fast?