Well, your Sweet Sixteen was a bummer
And your 21st wasn't better
It took a whole lotta liquor and drugs to make it tolerable
And the guys who got you off are your Facebook friends
But you never talk
They're just pictures scrolling up the screen when your boss ain't looking
You can't look back but you do anyway
And the kids seem younger these days
You shouldn't look back
But I know you will anyway
And you'll feel so old
Your life feels like a Lou Reed song
The same two chords and a monotonous voice
But the people that you love the best say, "it's really quite brilliant"
You're holding out for the next big thing
Each day it gets a little bit closer
But playing the scratch cards dirties up your nails
The government check seems a long time coming
So you just move on
The final hospital bed doesn't feel real yet
So you go on living