No one knows just how deep it goes We are old in your teenaged tyranny And all you need is a hunger to feed I've got my own secrets though, say what? With a
the hopeless there's hope cold in a summer breeze yeah, you're shivering on your bended knee still, when you're heart is sore and the heavens pour like a
i'm gonna stand still, stiller than the stones you know i will, oh you can test my will, it won't go breaking with my bones take a picture, take a lasting
I sleep on a futon still. (Anyway, I'm not cliche, I might not even die. I may be old, but at least I'm not like all those other old guys.)
