Birthdays

Said I was in it for the long ride, maybe not a long time

But I let myself go

I found some closure in the kitchen where I make decisions

And get takeaway to go

They said I gotta do my taxes, what the hell are faxes?

And why does hair go grey?

You mean it goes something like this? Misery is righteous

Does someone know the way?

Day by day, we push away

The candles on our birthday cake

We kick and scream, "Why me, oh, me?"

As if we don't need therapy

You read a book that says you'll die

Just by the age of thirty-five

So pour some tea, the joke's on me

I guess I'll just build the marquee

Even at your best-dressed, wrinkles hard to digest

With no one else to blame

And you worry 'bout a blood test and the pain in your chest

It's all time down the drain

You don't know, you don't know anything

Sleep well and rest up your hamstring

We all grow, we all grow for something

All or nothing

Day by day, we push away

The candles on our birthday cake

We kick and scream, "Why me, oh, me?"

As if we don't need therapy

You read a book that says you'll die

Just by the age of thirty-five

So pour some tea, the joke's on me

I guess I'll just build the marquee

You don't know, you don't know anything

Sleep well and rest up your hamstring

You don't show, you don't show your G-string

Tell Bob you worked on your back swing

Day by day, we push away

The candles on our birthday cake

We kick and scream, "Why me, oh, me?"

As if we don't need therapy

You read a book that says you'll die

Just by the age of thirty-five

So pour some tea, the joke's on me

We all grow, we all grow for something

Day by day, we push away

The candles on our birthday cake

We kick and scream, "Why me, oh, me?"

As if we don't need therapy

You read a book that says you'll die

Just by the age of thirty-five

So pour some tea, the joke's on me

I guess I'll just build the marquee

We all grow, we all grow for something

You don't owe, you don't owe me nothing