My mother's hair is colored by her age
The house is painted over, it'll never feel the same
And every time I come here, I'm further away
Slipping through my fingers
And I can feel the changes
It's hard enough to know that
Reminded of a summer several years ago
Nights out on the water, sand between my toes
Couldn't taste that kiss now even if I tried
And I don't really mind but
Don't know when that changed and
I don't feel the pain but
It hurts enough to know that
Look at where it's left me
A lover in the next room who once was something else
Burning through the fifth year spent in my bed
It's messing with my head to
Think of how things changed and
I don't wanna change this