Until she sees the lights get low
She takes a look into the mirror
She puts her hand around her waist
Her hands always getting cold
She wonders if she'll ever find someone to call a friend
She had you from the get-go
She had you from the get-go
at least that's what she gets told
Getting tired of this thing we like to call pretend
You take her hands and show her
what it's like to grow old
She's afraid 'cause she don't wanna waste life again
She had you from the get-go
She had you from the get-go