When youthful promise has run out
We’re way too far along
The fire to fuck the world and fight
And put it in a song
Has turned to little thrills
Like rounding petrol up in tens
Of counting down the days until
A dinner with your friends
But youth and beauty came for me
There were days when my skin
Was blistering
And I fell in and out of love with girls who did exactly the same
I’m not finished yet believe me
Though I’m always lying down
a giant spider with the money he eats everyone in town
When 6 o’clock comes bleeping
And we talk imaginary babies
Before driving to city
Thinking nothing now can faze me
I don’t think about myself half as much
As I used to do
So Maybe I become a man
The day I fell in love with you
27 is the age that rockstars are supposed to die
But I never left my bedroom long enough
To practically try
So I think I’ll die much older now
And let my hair recede
My feeling are not pop song sized
But neither are these jeans
