March

What's the point of slowly getting older until you die of grand age

Celebrating champagne every goddamn birthday

Listening to blues so you'll bawl your eyes out

Then jumping on a cruise drinking 'til your passing out

Jumping the pages turn it's now or never

And you believe you are so clever

The pictures falling out of the box into the water by the docks

I know what you said to me

Something in this empty space it's tearing me apart

Nobody wants to sit here fixing waning old hearts