At Least I Tried - Joie De Vivre

We all die alone

So why care so much about living with someone else?

Maybe it’s because I’m getting older that I don’t understand

Once a week, every week, I would see you

And it would make mine

Don’t you want to be something better than you were?

And don’t you want to be something better than we are?

You came back home

You always said you’d come back changed

I know it’s not the east coast

I know it’s not the heat