You

We still live in the same town, well, don't we?But I don't see you around anymore.I go to all the same places, not even a trace of you...Your days are numbered at 24.And I'm getting bored waiting round for you,We're not getting any younger, and IWon't look back 'cause there's no useIt's time to move forward!
And all the best lies,They are told with fingers tied!So cross them tight,Won't you promise me tonightIf it's the last thing you do, you'll get out...