Ben Levin - Grown Up lyrics

Snow hair Frost brow Brick house Moved out Stuffed box Moth balls Drove so far to rock out. When flat screens were a new thing No cars self driving Wait online for grocery Screen share bad latency Bow our heads at punk shows Push forward to the front row Fingers tap on smart phones cause we're forgetful when we're old Punk bands be sweatin' Ingest carcinogens and estrogen Misfits, gender morphin, everybody mess with them. Punk bands be freedom Jailed cause they got weed on 'em Inhaled cause we beat on them. Before users were losers and safety pin abusers Raging out on headphones, writing songs with three tones Cranking shaking cracking bones. Not pretty just pugnacious take a sh** they rub your face in it Hunting down the hypocrites and flailing at the government Had enough of it, tried to quit, addicts in the attic Teen center p**y was inadequate Need something deeper for habit Before the hard sh** sees the gap and inhabits it So stick a static steel ring through your nose and let the vultures grab at it. SnowHairFrostBrowBrickHouseMovedOutStuffedBoxMothBalls Drove so far to rock out. Grown up fast and bitter Sex came easy Cars and Xbox freebies 1000 shares of GE Gee golly, is that for me? Crashing parties, stashing molly, glitter bodies, no apologies? We'll see. Go to the same place when we're elderly. Put on the same face in the box they bury. The room twisted with their energy and kids of celebrities hear the hum of generations heckling me. Follow your genetics closely, mammograms just for comfort.. mostly Likely to occur but not for sure. 40, 50, age is a blur next to one word that aches when you speak it Makes people whisper, spirits creaking. Memories of a hairless sister, brother, mother lover, father, daughter, dead grandmother. Everyone can relate in some small way That's why we're scared when you mention its name. Thinkin on it on the regs Regulate it like my pain meds Don't let it get to my head. We say hello we say goodbye and through it all we wonder why. Just barely getting by, growing brittle, waiting wild. Changing shape and looking more like the ones the young ignore. I've given up on staying young, I will bare the buries with love. Their's wisdom in the children, push their limits till their prime. Who am I to judge them, we're all running out of time.