Times Change

And I've seen the photos of when you were young

And you used to smile and hold hands

But that just doesn't happen much these days

And the photos fade and the hair turns grey

And the cracks turn into cavities

And now you only sleep in separate beds

Go your own way

Times change so have you

With your head in your hands

I thought you'd understand

Times change so have you

And the photos fade and the hair turns grey

And the cracks turn into cavities

And now you always sleep in separate beds

And you can't escape what's come before

And you'll inherit all your parents flaws

And I don't think I'm the anomaly