Two Slow Dancers

Does it smell like a school gymnasium in here?

It's funny how they're all the same

It's funny how you always remember

And we've both done it all a hundred times before

It's funny how I still forgot

It would be a hundred times easier

If we were young again

But as it is and it is

We're just two slow dancers, last ones out

We're two slow dancers, last ones out

And the ground has been slowly pulling us back down

You see it on both our skin

We get a few years, and then it wants us back

It would be a hundred times easier

If we were young again

But as it is, and it is

To think that we could stay the same

To think that we could stay the same

To think that we could stay the same

But we're two slow dancers, last ones out

We're two slow dancers, last ones out

Two slow dancers, last ones out