Get Knocked Down

Look at these photographs, they're messing with my head

I compare myself with the younger version of me instead

And I find no reason to get myself off what I've lost

But it's a changing four seasons, I force myself to watch the clock

I get knocked down

Then I feel sorry for myself

I know some days that I feel old

I know I'm not old

I still got nothing left to prove

But I feel old enough that I got lots to lose

But I'm not old

I get knocked down to it

Look at this TV skit, it's melting in my brain

Hey man, do you remember how scary this was in our younger days?

And I find every reason to look for things that make me feel

That I'm well past my use-by date and I suddenly care about the clothes I wear

I get knocked down

Then I feel sorry for myself

I know some days that I feel old

I know I'm not old

I still got nothing left to prove

But I feel old enough that I got lots to lose

But I'm not old

All the baby boomers are sipping their organic oxygen

While I'm stuck here thinking 'bout how chips were two bucks fifty when I was a child

All the boys and girls are screaming for their iPhones and their watches

While some of us are scrambling to put gas in our shitboxes, we sing

Oh

I know I'm not old

I still got nothing left to prove

But I feel old enough that I got lots to lose

But I'm not old

I still got nothing left to prove

But I feel old enough that I got lots to lose

But I'm not old

I get knocked down to it