It's Getting Wild, Getting Older

You got a couch for the front room, it's vintage Stuck in the backseat, it's not really fitting I guess it's too late to change it now, no You speak of dying like ordering oat milk Say the idea gives a reassuring feeling It's not something I would say out loud But oh well Oh we leave it up to fate So I hide what's left in the corner of my hand For you to find and take it all And I wonder what comes next When everything is falling into place You phone your dad just to ask how he's doing While switching channels to turn off the news (And) Say what does it matter after all? We're dying young or getting old How come How come How come we don't? How come How come we don't? Matter at all Oh, so we leave up to fate And I hide what's left in the corner my hand For you to find and take it all Do you ever wonder what comes next? When everything is falling into place Do you ever wonder what comes next? When everything is falling into place It don't matter much to me If everything is falling into place