Snow hair, frost brow, brick house move out, stuffed box, moth balls, drove so far to rock out
When flat screens were a new thing
No car self driving
Wait online for grocery
Screenshare bad latency
Bow our heads at punk shows
Push forward to the front row
Fingers tap on smart phones cause we’re forgetful when we’re old
Punk bands be sweatin’
Ingest carcinogens and estrogen
Misfits gender morphin
Everybody mess with them
Punk bands be freedom
Jailed cause they got weed on them
Inhaled cause we beat on them
Before losers were users and safety pin abusers
Raging out on headphones
Writing songs with 3 tones
Cranking shaking cracking bones
Not pretty just pugnacious
Take a shit they rub your face in it
Hunting down the hypocrites and flailing at the government
Had enough of it tried to quit
Addicts in the attic
Teen center pussy was inadequate
Need something deeper for habit before the hard shit sees the gap and inhabits it
Stick a static steel ring through your nose and let the vultures grab at it
Snow hair, frost brow, brick house move out, stuffed box, moth balls, drove so far to rock out
We say hello, we say goodbye
Grown up fast and bitter
Sex came easy
Cars and Xbox freebies
1000 shares of GE
Gee golly is that for me
Crashin’ parties stashin’ molly glitter bodies no apologies, we’ll see
Go to the same place when we elderly
Put on the same face in the box they bury
The room twisted with our energy
And kids of celebrities hear the hum of generations heckling me
Follow your genetics closely
Mammograms just for comfort mostly
Likely to occur but not for sure
40, 50 age is a blur next to one word that aches when you speak it
And makes people whisper, spirits creaking
Memories of a hairless sister brother mother lover father daughter dead grandmother
Everyone can relate in some small way so they scared when you mention its name
Think about it on the regs, regulate it like my pain meds
Don’t let it get to my head
We say hello, we say goodbye, and through it all we wonder why
Just barely getting by, growing brittle, waiting wild
Changing shape and looking more like the ones the young ignore
I’ve given up on staying young, I will bare the bruise with love
There’s wisdom in the children
Push their limits till their prime
Who am I to judge them
We’re all running out of time.
Source: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xtav-gfrSeY
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