Getting Older

When I was a child

I died in your arms

And I thought I'd be happy

When I fell apart

I read the books I was given

Dreamt of movies and stars

I craved physical connection

Without biblical scars

When I was a child

I loved to pretend

The men that looked at my body

Loved the way that I dressed

I never fuck someone over

Without fucking their friends

I love the way I'm unhappy

Wear it right on my bare chest

But I want more, than my head on my shoulders

Brains spilled on the floor

Without goals, I feel myself getting colder

I hate getting older

And when I retire

I’ll think back to when

I had a feeling that somehow

I’d make it through to the end

Did I leave it on the table?

Dance my dance, Fred Astaire

If I can make it to fifty

I might be happier then, oh baby

I want more, than my head on my shoulders

Brains spilled on the floor

Without goals, I feel myself getting colder

I hate getting older

I hate getting older

I want more, than my head on my shoulders

Brains spilled on the floor

Without goals, I feel myself getting cold

I'm in love with the thought of it