Text: Kele. Boxer. All the Things I Could Never Say.

You tore a button
Off my favorite shirt
Another thing that I've lost
To you

Where did you stay last night?
You didn't come home
I'm spending all of my time
Waiting for your call

You're making me older
You're making me ill
You're making me older
You're making me ill

The bottles are empty
In the cabinet
I noticed my first gray hair
Today

Why do we still do this
When we're both still young?
Putting each other down
When we need to climb

You're making me older
You're making me ill
You're making me older
You're making me ill

You're making me older
You're making me ill
You're making me older
You're making me ill

You're making me older
You're making me ill
You're making me older
You're making me ill

You're making me older
You're making me ill
You're making me older
You're making me ill