Does it smell like a school gymnasium in here? It's funny how they're all the same It's funny how you always remember And we've both done it all a hundred times before
It's funny how I still forgot It would be a hundred times easier If we were young again But as it is And it is
We're just two slow dancers, last ones out We're two slow dancers, last ones out
And the ground has been slowly pulling us back down You see it on both our skin We get a few years and then it wants us back It would be a hundred times easier
If we were young again But as it is And it is
To think that we could stay the same To think that we could stay the same To think that we could stay the same But we're two slow dancers, last ones out We're two slow dancers, last ones out Two slow dancers, last ones out
