Point of View

This slow commute Takes years off you And we're not getting younger And you still won't tell her This point of view Seems so brand new Do you ever wonder Don't you feel so clever No, I can't keep going this way I know there's nothing here for me So what if we're getting old Let live and die Before my mind Starts to make up pictures Of these imperfect creatures And through my eyes I see your lies But that never mattered So I chose the latter Cause I can't keep going this way There never was a chance for me So I'm headed off This slow commute Takes years off you And we're not getting younger And you still won't tell her This point of view Takes years off you And we're not getting younger And we're not getting younger And we're not getting younger And we're not getting younger