Is that really the time?
Oh, I'd better get going
'Cause I've got a busy night of watching the grass as it's growing
It's not that we've grown apart
It's just that we're older
And the things that will break your heart
Are always just over your shoulder
Why d'you never, why d'you never
Why d'you never talk about the good stuff?
'Cause you're pissing to the wind
When you say you'll never win, oh, you've got it rough
Why d'you never, why d'you never
Why d'you never stop when you've got enough?
And more, an' more, an' more of the shit you adore
Oh, the good stuff
With no room for hope, you'll grow white with worry
And this life is just a sick joke that plays out in a hurry
Do you dream of ambulances in your sleep?
Do you dream of birds pecking out your teeth?
Do you dream of the children that you'll never meet?
Do you dream of the people that you'll never be?
And why d'you never, why d'you never
Why d'you never talk about the good stuff?
'Cause you're pissing to the wind
When you say you'll never win, oh, you've got it rough
Why d'you never, why d'you never
Why d'you never stop when you've got enough?
And more, an' more, an' more of the shit you adore
Oh, the good stuff
Why d'you never, why d'you never
Why d'you never talk about the good stuff?
Why d'you never, why d'you never
Why d'you never talk about the good stuff?
Why d'you never, why d'you never
Why d'you never talk about the good stuff?
Why d'you never, why d'you never
Why d'you never talk about the good stuff?