Running On Fumes

And what do you mean?
 Our hills not all that steep
 When the gage reads half a tank
 And yet you run on fumes for a week
 And you and I, we once looked fine
 Until you split your lip against the side of my face
 So why do we bother with all this fighting?
 And especially at our age
 And you never did
 Write down their names
 So why break bones for them?
 And blackened nights you rage
 And you and I, we once looked great
 And you and I, we sounded fine
 And you had hit notes, but also high kerbs
 I gave one stares, but I now take shorter steps
 For after our accident we lost our no claims
 And now I hate those pastel shades
 That are just within my vision range
 And you and I, we once looked fine
 Until you split your lip against the side of my face
 So why do we bother with all this fighting?
 Especially at our age