When we were younger
we said we would never be like our fathers,
or how they used to be
But now that we're older
things got colder
like you treated me
I said I wouldn't let go
but grew a long nose
when you smiled at me

I guess I got caught in the act and that makes me a liar
red hand stained from a funeral pyre
Try to get to the point but I run in circles
No point in crying over spilled milk until it curdles

When we were younger
we said we would never be like our fathers,
or how they used to be
But now we're older
and things got colder
just like you...