Lyrics

Tan lines on my wrist
Took off the bracelets
That I've kept on
For a year or two

The reflection's marred
And I'm not there
And I don't miss who

I was
I was

So I'll count the till
Till the soil
'Til I die

Burn out
Cash in
Make it to the weekend

She said we're only getting older
So I know I'm
Know I'm better off than

I was
I was