It’s time to stop playing house and grow up
Before the last bit of air in our lung
Dissipates into the sea of a fading memory
Never could have dreamed
That this is what we’d turn out to be
It’s time to stop playing house and grow up
It seems this game’s finally lost all its fun
We were such a sight to see
Five years felt like a week
Never could have dreamed
That this is what we’d turn out to be
Every moment’s buried underneath
The crushing weight of it all
All the moments got caught in between
The tiny cracks in our bones