Tt gets over when you're old and grey and you throw the things
That meant a lot in cardboard boxes
Stoically stained with liquor marks and secret names
You can see yourself disappointed for the rest of your life
In the quicksand out in brooklyn
There's a kid on your street and he looks a lot like me
There are guns for the pain, there are d**, there are bars
And in between the scars, you can refrain from breathing in
It's in vogue among your friends
You can see yourself disappointed for the rest of your life