[Intro]

[Verse 1]
I'm thirty right now
But when I wrote this riff
I was twenty-two
It don't feel different
I'm no more articulate
Than I was then
So fuck writing these words man
What's the point?
These business guys'll just case the joint
And scoop me back up into my miserable dreams

My naïveté, man
It never fails
Tosses me an interaction
And watches me flail
Against the wind
How can this end
Without me seeming unlikable

And I'm the captain of so many sinking ships
My favorite songs have started to skip
And when I sing
It feels more like talking now