Think I fell hard For the melody, the symphony The foggy nights when You'd sing to me, the finer things Sold out the show of my little soul But it just turned me green I thought it'd hold me together But it just made me bleed And now everyone is getting older And I don't really like you sober Always I believed The world was mine to keep But everyone is getting older And I don't really like you sober Praise for the memories Of all the sweet nothings My ego bruised When the elegance, turned arrogant Without a clue You painted me, a fantasy Stood in the cold for a little breeze But my lips were turning blue I thought it'd bring me a simple ease But I'm lost like you And now everyone is getting older And I don't really like you sober Always I believed The world was mine to keep But everyone is getting older And I don't really like you sober Praise for the memories Of all the sweet nothings Everyone is getting older I never really liked you sober Always I believed The world was mine to keep But everyone is getting older I never really liked you sober Praise for the memories Of all the sweet nothings