You may tire of me
As our December sun is setting
Cause I'm not who I used to be
No longer easy on the eyes

But this wrinkles masterfully disguise
The youthtful boy alone
Who turned you way and saw
Something he was not looking for
Both a beginning and an end

But, now, he lives inside
Someone he does not recognize
When he catches his reflection
On accident

On the back of a motor bike
With your arms outstretched
Trying to take flight
Leaving everything behind

But, even at our swiftest speed
We couldn't break from the concrete
In the city where we still reside

And, I have learned
That even landlocked lovers
Yearn from the sea like navy men

'Cause, now, we say goodnight
From our own separate sides
Like brothers on a hotel bed

Like brothers on a hotel bed
Like brothers on a hotel bed
Like brothers on a hotel bed

You may tire of me
As our December sun is setting
Cause I'm not who I used to be