Hey, I was doing just fine before I met you I drink too much and that's an issue But I'm OK Hey, you tell your friends it was nice to meet them But I hope I never see them Again I know it breaks your heart Moved to the city in a broke-down car And four years, no calls Now you're looking pretty in a hotel bar And I, I, I, I, I can't stop No, I, I, I, I, I can't stop So, baby, pull me closer In the back seat of your Rover That I know you can't afford Bite that tattoo on your shoulder Pull the sheets right off the corner Of that mattress that you stole From your roommate back in Boulder We ain't ever getting older We ain't ever getting older We ain't ever getting older You look as good as the day I met you I forget just why I left you, I was insane Stay and play that Blink-182 song That we beat to death in Tucson, OK I know it breaks your heart Moved to the city in a broke-down car And four years, no call Now I'm looking pretty in a hotel bar And I, I, I, I, I can't stop No, I, I, I, I, I can't stop So, baby, pull me closer In the back seat of your Rover That I know you can't afford Bite that tattoo on your shoulder Pull the sheets right off the corner Of that mattress that you stole From your roommate back in Boulder We ain't ever getting older We ain't ever getting older We ain't ever getting older So, baby, pull me closer In the back seat of your Rover That I know you can't afford Bite that tattoo on your shoulder Pull the sheets right off the corner Of that mattress that you stole From your roommate back in Boulder We ain't ever getting older We ain't ever getting older No, we ain't ever getting older We ain't ever getting older No, we ain't ever getting older We ain't ever getting older We ain't ever getting older We ain't ever getting older No, we ain't ever getting older We ain't ever getting older No, we ain't ever getting older

Vacantly stood with these glazed eyes looking down, Blood lines, bubble in my cup think I'm fizzing out, Well I don't hear the sound as I'm reaching out to you, I'm not looking for the fix that I get used to. I get a little, I get a little, I get a little, Rusty. So won't you spare me some time, Doesn't it destroy your soul like it does mine? When nothing that we do is fine, Every high we get the lie that says the waters turned into wine. Well I've been twisting out, I've been twisting out the screws, And I'm not looking for the fix that I got used to, I get a little, I get a little, I get a little, Rusty. I get a little, I get a little, I get a little, Rusty. Chasing rabbits down holes as the Church cheer watching me, The yellow brick road to know where I know as there I go, Seen the road, seen the road, seen the road lead to nowhere before. I get a little, I get a little, I get a little, Rusty. I get a little, I get a little, I get a little, Rusty.