You tore a button
Off my favorite shirt
Another thing that I've lost
To you
Where did you stay last night
You didn't come home
I'm spending all of my time
Waiting for your call
You're making me older
You're making me ill
You're making me older
You're making me ill
The bottles are empty
In the cabinet
I noticed my first gray hair
Today
Why do we still do this
When we're both still young
Putting each other down
When we need to climb
You're making me older
You're making me ill
You're making me older
You're making me ill
You're making me older
You're making me ill
You're making me older
You're making me ill
You're making me older
You're making me ill
You're making me older
You're making me ill
You're making me older
You're making me ill
You're making me older
You're making me ill
