| I like to think I’m more than what my age is
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| With my fucked up sense of patience
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| And my deep self-deprecations
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| I try to cope with all the changes
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| When I smile on rare occasions
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| Can you see how old my face is?
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| If I’m getting old, I’m getting old, I’m getting old
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| Why are there so many things that I don’t know, that I don’t know?
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| Wake up every day and put on my clothes
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| Hoping that 401k might fill up the hole in my soul
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| But I’m hollow, yeah, I’m hollow
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| I’m scared to check the date, I’m scared of the dark
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| You can’t escape it, no matter how fast the car
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| When you’re hollow, and I’m hollow
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| I act like it’s a choice that I’m still single
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| I’m smaller than the raindrops on the window
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| I’m colder than the backside of a pillow
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| And I’ve tried to hold my temper and obscure my rage
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| But these kids, they never act their age
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| And I’ve got one foot in the grave
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| If I’m getting old, I’m getting old, I’m getting old
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| Why are there so many things that I don’t know, that I don’t know?
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| Wake up every day and put on my clothes
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| Hoping that 401k might fill up the hole in my soul
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| But I’m hollow, yeah, I’m hollow
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| I’m scared to check the date, I’m scared of the dark
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| You can’t escape it, no matter how fast the car
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| When you’re hollow, and I’m hollow
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| I’m hollow
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| Yeah, I’m hollow
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| I’m hollow
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| Yeah, I’m hollow
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| Who do you wanna be in fifty years?
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| I’m saying, «I just want to be alive»
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| Well where the fuck do you think you are?
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| Oh, welcome to the other side
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| I wake up every day and put on my clothes
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| Hoping the 401k might fill up the hole in my soul
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| But I’m hollow, yeah, I’m hollow
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| I’m scared to check the date, I’m scared of the dark
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| You can’t escape it, no matter how fast the car
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| When you’re hollow, and I’m hollow
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| I’m hollow
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| Yeah, I’m hollow
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| I’m hollow
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| Yeah, I’m hollow |