Ditched my rag-tag resistance, gave grime between my hands
When I came an antique version, came a boy and forged a man
My reflection thinks he's helpful (that mirror-me's a sham).
When 'silly' was still okay -- my favourite time and place
While my hair spun 'round a drain dear, I spat water in your face
And like any sad-sack racers, were we chasing something gold?
I spent so much time on wrinkles; got so good at getting old.
Water shaking from your body, shoulders tensing and a cringe
And I was trembling so much; I swear my knees were making wind
The Labrador, napped on his step; I shook shivers to get in
Criticised like I'm a banker, like I'm someone you should hate
You're accustomed to your customer...your customer complaints
You can costume me, consume what's me, you can try me out of state
I'm just anything you want, just put me anywhere you may.
And like any sad-sack racers, were we chasing something gold?
I spent so much time on wrinkles; got so good at getting old.
Got so good at getting old.
I recall we built some dinners in the kitchen while you spoke
And you spoke the smallest talk; I swore the whole thing was a joke
I was bored and getting jaded, grew a lump inside my throat
The lump was gone by morning; you were new when I awoke
Still, I couldn't hear your mumbles, so I knew to read your face.
Shit, I remember getting haggard, trying to hammer out that gaze
Trying to build a word from eyes, trying to punctuate a face
Saying, 'speak, just fucking speak, cause I'm out of things to say.'
And like any sad-sack racers, were we chasing something gold?
I spent so much time on wrinkles; got so good at getting old.
And I was trembling so much; I swear my knees were making wind
My knees where skinned and bruised dear
Just a ragtag little boy, I let the hair grow down my face
I kept the dirt in special places.
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When I came an antique version, came a boy and forged a man
My reflection thinks he's helpful (that mirror-me's a sham).
When 'silly' was still okay -- my favourite time and place
While my hair spun 'round a drain dear, I spat water in your face
And like any sad-sack racers, were we chasing something gold?
I spent so much time on wrinkles; got so good at getting old.
Water shaking from your body, shoulders tensing and a cringe
And I was trembling so much; I swear my knees were making wind
The Labrador, napped on his step; I shook shivers to get in
Criticised like I'm a banker, like I'm someone you should hate
You're accustomed to your customer...your customer complaints
You can costume me, consume what's me, you can try me out of state
I'm just anything you want, just put me anywhere you may.
And like any sad-sack racers, were we chasing something gold?
I spent so much time on wrinkles; got so good at getting old.
Got so good at getting old.
I recall we built some dinners in the kitchen while you spoke
And you spoke the smallest talk; I swore the whole thing was a joke
I was bored and getting jaded, grew a lump inside my throat
The lump was gone by morning; you were new when I awoke
Still, I couldn't hear your mumbles, so I knew to read your face.
Shit, I remember getting haggard, trying to hammer out that gaze
Trying to build a word from eyes, trying to punctuate a face
Saying, 'speak, just fucking speak, cause I'm out of things to say.'
And like any sad-sack racers, were we chasing something gold?
I spent so much time on wrinkles; got so good at getting old.
And I was trembling so much; I swear my knees were making wind
My knees where skinned and bruised dear
Just a ragtag little boy, I let the hair grow down my face
I kept the dirt in special places.
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