[Verse 1] You made the toast: “A long, long life.” Raised your glass, got the numbers wrong — “barely halfway,” like it’s true. Then you moved the lamp a foot or two. I wished it too, under my breath — twenty years. Not one year less. I want them. Every grey, dull one. Same as you. I’m not done. [Pre-Chorus] I won’t pretend I’m above it — the years, I want them too. I just don’t want the evidence. Turns out, neither do you. [Chorus] You asked me to stay. So I stayed. Now I’m what the toast was for — still here, still wanting more. You asked me to stay... then you looked away the year it started to show. [Verse 2] The doctor read the numbers, said they’re good. Better, honestly, than I thought they would. Drove home glowing. Then the hallway glass — I took one photo, killed it, let it pass. I take the walk. I take the pills. I stay. Everything you asked for — every day. And when it works — I mean when it comes true — I can’t look at it either. Same as you. [Pre-Chorus] You wished me years. I wished you more. We meant it — every word was true. Nobody reads the fine print, though: the years leave fingerprints on you. [Chorus] You asked me to stay. So I stayed. Now I’m what the toast was for — still here, still wanting more. You asked me to stay... then you looked away the year it started to show. [Bridge] So how long do I really want to stay, if the price of every year I’m given is learning to look away? [Bridge Lift] No. Look at me. Not past me — at me. This is your wish. This is what you drank to. Still here. [Final Chorus] You asked me to stay. So I stayed. Now I’m what you raised that glass for — grey and here, still wanting more. You asked me to stay... so don’t look away the year it starts to show. [Outro] Leave the lamp where it was. I’m barely halfway. Leave the lamp on. Leave it on.
