Parking lots water marks and my drunk face
In the bathroom mirror makes
Makes me feel like a ghostly shape
Makes me feel like I'm twice my age
Mostly aged partly faded one fifth dead
If I live to a hundred and
If I live to a hundred then
I will outlive all of my friends
But I don't want that at all
What's so bad about growing up
If I'll stay young for as long as I want to
You hate my voice
It makes me feel like a little boy
And you hate all the words I choose
You push me like a pressure point
Public parks subway cars where I grew up
I'd sleep over but we'd stay up
Now you just want me to shut up
Now you just want me to shut up
But I'm not sad at all
What's so bad about growing up
If I'll stay young for as long as I want to