It's been a while since I've been younger
And the days are getting shorter
Your eyes will be the last thing that my eyes will see
Sigh into solace
I want you to know this
Now I think about it every day
How the roots take the branches
And the branches take the leaves
It's been hard not to say that soon you'll find me
Still and silent, cold and empty
It's been a while since I've been younger
And the days are getting shorter
Your eyes will be the last thing that my eyes will see
Saw the rain, heard my own eulogy
Cut out a newspaper clip of a younger me
With a one-by-one-inch photograph for memory
And I'll think of you as I let it take me
And I'll remember you
Even if death gets the better of me
And I'll have no regrets except that you're staying,
And I'm leaving
It's been a while since I've been younger
And the days are getting shorter
Your eyes will be the last thing that my eyes will see
Sigh into solace
I want you to know this

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