Boy of half a century
You say you want to get through to me
But don't try and help, you've only made it worst
Not that i don't need help, just don't need yours
Boy of fifty years, if you were to do something, it'd be already done
Is it me or you who became too far gone?
I know words won't get to you, they never did
Just like the drugs and the booze, my little secret
Boy of half a century, why are you still trying to preach?
Is it me or you who became out of reach?
Boy of half a century, is there something left for us to say?
Guess we'll just keep slowly drifting away