The End Is Near

I'm getting old, is what I'm told

Can't say they're wrong, oh no

I'm losing teeth, I'm feeling weak

The end is near, oh no

Now I'm 33, please look at me

Still doing the same thing I did when I was 16

And I must say, it's feeling great

Who are you to judge whether this is still okay

I know this joke aged as poorly as myself

By now I know my weakest points far too well

The kids are here to take the torch at long last

Too bad I let the thing go out in my hand

I don't wanna know what you do, or how it goes

Guess that I'm doing fine

Even though I'm far behind

Wish that you could just comprehend

It's coming to an end.