Getting tired
Of I, me, mine
Putting grooves into your brow
Y' say you should have been born
In a different time
Your times not over now
You don't need a hand
You've made it this far
With some pills to help you sleep
You wake up waiting
For your chance
Like it's driving down the street
You get old
You get old…

The doomsday clock
Moves back a notch
You finally have breath
Put on your shoes
Extra pair of socks
And work until your dead
Tell me I'm bright
Special outright
The reward is never free
With a click and some years
We'll all disappear
When they wipe the hard drives clean

You get old
You get old
You get old
You get older too…

Forgotten fools
The millennial blues
Go rolling with the tide
You juice it, lose it
Ooze it out your veins
Before it changes and it dries
You don't need a hand
You've made it this far
With some pills to help you sleep
But you wake up waiting
For your chance
Like it's driving down the street

You get old
You get old
You get old
You get older too