You Get Older Lyrics

He left the morning after,
Panicked and confused
The night it was a blur
But his knuckle they were bruised
The sign just flipped to open
As he stumbled from the storm
A pack of smokes, a lighter,
That he stole out of her drawer

Oh, you get colder,
You get older
Everyday

In the in back of the (?)
Collecting all the scraps
A coaster with the number and
Dangered baseball bat
Dialed unfamiliar digits
Maybe deepened to Jarengo
A city made of tin cans
And another made of gold

Oh, you get colder,
You get older
Everyday

I'm searching high and low
For a place to call home
From Tractate to Brisbane
To Sung to Jerome
The weapons are awaked
As he loads another flaw
No family of his own
Only the ones he forgot

Oh, you get colder,
You get older
Everyday

Oh, you get colder,
You get older
Everyday


(Thanks to Zachary Doiron for these lyrics)