Many pieces of me collide into a one
Many pieces of you collide into a gun
Shooting on me massively around, all the time
Maybe it was intentional, maybe it's in my mind
Over and over
I couldn't get out of bed
I thought of you instead
Over and over
Those things are colliding too, in my bed
This was all in my head
Over and over
Now I put my head on your shoulder
This is what it means to grow older, together
Older and older
I couldn't get out of bed
I thought of you instead
Over and over
Those things are biting me, oh shit
It was all in my head
over and over
Now my head is on your shoulder
And this is what it means to grow older, together
Older and older
I couldn't get out of bed
I thought of you instead