The Same Old Song

 Was I a fool

For waiting a million hours

All alone on a bench of the 1965's

Now it's a musée 

Listening to the same old song

on repeat

Tears or the rain fall on to my cheek

Don't want to know

Wasting the night here doesn't feel right anymore

Feels like been here for ages

Yet still i'm listening to the same old song

on repeat