I'm too old for these drugs
I'm too old for these drugs, though I've done them
You're too young for these drugs, for this ecstasy

I'm no different and no better
Proven not for me
I need a change of scene

Recently been imagining everyone I know
As an older person and it looks like hell
I'm no different and no better

But it's a dance they do
And our feet are bruised
Say that you felt abused
They'll say it's trauma or whatever

'Cause I would sleep between your legs
And I would listen in my sleep for you to wait
Tell you it's just a dream
Baby, go back to sleep
And at the light from you
Makes the shadow of me, much bigger

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Writer(s): Cousin Mouth, Rob Mansel