The sky is grey, I'm so cliche
And we can't go outside today
You looked it up, the air quality
And my constant state of apology
Garden tips, Eames era lamps
Growing pains and you've got cramps
We'll act like we had plans to leave
But stay inside, secret relief

A quiet life, mild self control
Hardly aware we're getting old
Call me from another room and
I'll come crawling back to you

A big fight in the lounge
About a topic we know nothing about
I'll get you snacks, I'll take a walk
And think about all the things we bought
You're encouraging, I'm drinking less
Kombucha week, my life's a mess
But I love, I love you
(I love you, I love you)

A quiet life, mild self control
Hardly aware we're getting old
Call me from another room and
I'll come crawling back to you

I'll come crawling back to