Seams on my shirt
They rip and they loosen
And I start to question
What life am I losing out on
Out on
See our reflections
Over our shoulder
And right then it sets in
That we're looking older
My body's stronger
But I'm feeling weaker than ever
You know I don't wanna hear it
We can't just slow it
We're getting old
Just what if I miss out
On all the late nights
With the girls from out of town
The upper east side
And I don't touch a wave
A mountain or a flight
And these regrets flood my head
On the day that I die
You know I don't wanna hear it
We can't just slow it
We're getting old
Oh, we're getting old
Oh, we're getting old
My composure's breaking
Oh, and I can't shake it
No
Oh
I'm getting old