Brandi Carlile

I watch you grow away from me in photographs, and memories like spies,
The salt betrays my eyes again,
I've started losing sleep and gaining weight, and wishing I was ten again
And I could be your friend again...
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But these days we go to waste like wine, that turns to turpentine
It's six AM and I'm all messed up,
I wouldn't want to waste your time
So I'll fall back in line but I'm warning you
We're growing up