David Keats - The Midlife Vices Lyrics

Forty years is about halfway done
More if you're lucky I guess
Less if you're not and fewer if you're cursed
Man I don't know which is best

I've got letters from when she loved me
I've got letters from when she cared
Packed up in a box it ain't nothing worth saving
Ten-plus years on a shelf somewhere

Time, time
Time is pushing hard on the heart
It's going the distance
With or without you
It's all that I got
It's all I got

I'm holding onto things I wanna remember
And I miss when all we had was each other
This should be someone else's life
Stuck in the grip am I
Stuck in the grip of the midlife vices
Stuck in the grip of the midlife vices

Yeah if she still was here she'd remind me
Of all the things I'd done wrong
Free from the burden of history is the best part of being young

These days there's too much to look back on
Tonight I just wanna forget
What flying high felt like
When everything was just right
All easy years and the best ones ahead

Time, time
Time is pushing hard on the heart
It's going the distance
With or without you
It's all that I got
It's all I got

I'm holding onto things I wanna remember
And I miss when all we had was each other
This should be someone else's life
Stuck in the grip am I
Stuck in the grip of the midlife vices
Stuck in the grip of the midlife vices