Old

How'd I get so old?

Crepe-paper skin, so folded

Weak little veins

Parts re-arranged, lines on my face

I was so self-important

I was invincible

Puffed up and vain, now all of that's changed

Fade into gray

I'll be seventeen until the day I die

I'm still seventeen inside my mind

But secretly

Both you and me know I'm old

I'm old

I'm old

I died so many small deaths

I wasted so many breaths

I have lost count, a finite amount

Is all that you get

I'll be seventeen until the day I die

I'm still seventeen inside my mind

But secretly

Both you and me know I'm old

I'm old

I'm old

Too scared to live, I can't forgive

And is this really all there is?

I'm scared, I don't know why

I don't know why

I'll be seventeen until the day I die

I'm still seventeen inside my mind

But secretly

Both you and me know I'm

I'll be seventeen until the day I die

I'm still seventeen inside my mind

But secretly

Both you and me know I'm old