Runnin out of things for songs
and runnin out of songs to sing
sitting all alone waiting for inspiration to take me
acting like you own the place
I'm acting like it's owning me
winded just to talk and walk
and stumble cross the street
taking air with lungs that feel older than 23
see poor old me
see how can it be
why can't I be more bold?
and take my cards and fold
and just embrace what I am now
is it just cause I don't know
what would it mean to own
myself with no shred of some doubt
my soul is feeling old but not as old as my body
I should be locked sippin scotch on rocks in my study
in my bathrobe getting loaded just til I feel free
see poor old me
see how I feel free
I wish I was more bold
when life is bought and sold
I'd sell my stock when it's high now
instead I'll do nothing
and bum around and sing
get harvested til I'm burned out
baptize my brain til it's lights out
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