Spike your step
There's a big day coming
No chance to walk
When you're in the running
Steeper cliffs give to awkward slips
You best not lose your traction
Closer to fifty now
Than to twenty
You've not sold out
If you've got no money
The adult crash left you unabashed
To adjust your expectations
Winsome
So goddamn lonesome
I'm gonna drop a truth bomb
This is the bed you made, son
You'd best unf*ck your head some
Motorik clicks out motivation
Harmonic breaks your hibernation
The crash subsides
The big grump hides
And won't come out to play
They'll assume at once
You're just being clever
But your stance is on
A chromosomal level
Life's more fun
When you can't outrun
Your teenage DNA