Testo Waltz

New York living
Finally slipping
Into my wishes
Blew out a candle
I looked at our pictures
Forgetting the whispers
You told me
I'm lying, I didn't I hold on to them
It doesn't get old
It doesn't get old
I do as I'm told
I'll never be

Traced my fingers
Around your figure
Tried to be perfect
Is it worth it
To love and have lost?
You can just cross
Out my name
I'm hoping you don't
So I'll leave the door open Make a pinky promise
That I would come back
If you asked

So, leave the door open
Make a pinky promise
That I would forgive you
Just say that you're sorry

And I'll hold onto you
It doesn't get old
It doesn't get old
I do as I'm told
I'll never be grown