... and we just keep getting older
another day, another blow.
a shot to the stomach
and im slow to get up
and recover this time.
old age perhaps,
but im still young yet.
but as another friend loses touch
i slip.
and in races those adult thoughts.
grow up quick,
get lost in this mind numbing job shit.
theres dollars to be made
kids to be had.
and sure that all sounds so great,
but your pace is something i cant relate.
"everyone i know is trying really hard to
grow and to change.
and i'm not keeping up."
and now the voyage is being planned,
that trip is being set.
but you can take your ship
and sail out and sink it.
im not going.
that ship can pass me by.
but im still here on these battered knees.
stomach hurts,
my head is throbbing.
and now reason is hiding,
and sense is with it.
and i promise that its just for one night that i say-
'im done, good night, fuck it.'
