And I've seen the photos of when you were young And you used to smile and hold hands But that just doesn't happen much these days And the photos fade and the hair turns grey And the cracks turn into cavities And now you only sleep in separate beds Go your own way
Times change so have you With your head in your hands I thought you'd understand Times change so have you And the photos fade and the hair turns grey And the cracks turn into cavities And now you always sleep in separate beds And you can't escape what's come before And you'll inherit all your parents flaws And I don't think I'm the anomaly
