Parking lots, water marks and my drunk face
In the bathroom mirror makes
Makes me feel like a ghostly shape
Makes me feel like I'm twice my age

Mostly aged partly faded one fifth dead
If I live to a hundred and
If I live to a hundred then
I will outlive all of my friends

But I don't want that at all

What's so bad about growing up
If I'll stay young for as long as I want to

You hate my voice
It makes me feel like a little boy
And you hate all the words I choose
You push me like a pressure point

Public parks subway cars where I grew up
I'd sleep over but we'd stay up
Now you just want me to shut up
Now you just want me to shut up

But I'm not sad at all