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