20's 30's

Sail straight through to the afterparty
Bleached blonde hair made you look so arty
Clumsy with a corkscrew, asking for help
Here we go again, here we go oh well

Your twenties!   My thirties!

Lighter in my coat but no bad habits
When she leans in I'm glad I have it
Smiles at me when she takes the 1st hit
I don't smoke weed but I am desperate 

I don't ask but there must be ten years in between us

In her eyes a little shine not like the ache in mine
So young she says I still believe in romance

We laugh and flirt I don't say what makes me hurt
When you get old you can turn silver to gold
These days I say everything could become my last chance

I want love  I want sex  want-a place to call home
I want calls to check in when I answer my phone 
I don't know how much more I have left inside me
Baby please baby please don't leave me so lonely