| I opened my eyes this morning feeling like I’d died the night before, |
| What did I drink and how am I still lying here? |
| Cause days like these I miss my friends the most and end up feeling like a ghost, |
| I check my pulse to make sure I’m still alive |
| Yeah, nobody but you, can make me feel this old at twenty two, |
| Yeah-ah, nobody but you, can make me feel this old at twenty two |
| Falling in love with every city that my stomach aches the days |
| Cause I’m somewhere between happy and okay, |
| Theres Springsteen in my headphones singing Martyn be away, |
| Oh Brucey baby, I’ve seen better days, |
| These are not the days |
| Yeah, nobody but you, can make me feel this old at twenty two, |
| Yeah-ah, nobody but you, can make me feel this old at twenty two |
| Woaaaaah, Woaaaaaaah |
| Why do I do this to myself? |
| Why do I do this to myself? |
| Yeah, nobody but you, can make me feel this old, |
| Yeah-ah, |
| Yeah, nobody but you, can make me feel this old at twenty two, |
| Yeah-ah, nobody but you, can make me feel this old at twenty two, |
| Yeah-ah, nobody but you, can make me feel this old at twenty two |