I left here long agonI got ordinarynRead about you and menIn the obituariesnAnd when the days turn to dusknAnd the light in your eyes drains from usnIt gets hard to carry onnnI'm difficult and I am youngnBut I look back on problemsnThere was a time I made up minenSo I see now who buried usnWhen your house was purchasednAnd if our ghosts come to light nIn the night when he's holding you tightnWill they find a new place to hide?nOr make it hard to carry on?nnAnd if I see your silhouettenThrough the curtains of your residencenI will know that you have moved onnWell so long, you adult, so longnYou make it hard to carry on