(-) = Side Mouth [Intro] Oh, hey guys! Hahahaha [coughs] Sorry, for that. Oh, my god! What happened to my voice!? (Seems like you're finally growing up, Yotam) I don't like this voice, it's too manly! (Just knock it off and grow up!) But Side Mouth if I grow up, you'll be gone... (Oh, baby. Don't worry about that, I'm not going anywhere. I'm your schizophrenia!) Oh, what's that? That sounds cute (Now let's do a song!) Okay, we will I'm twenty today A weird feeling I'd say Like I'm supposed to straighten my back What do people do when they get here too? Do we know or do we just make it up? Get a job, get a home, find a girl, play some golf Drink whiskey straight without doing a face Fix the shelf, change some bulbs, be a fan of a sport Punch a clock, you're close to the mark But I might not be fit for that With every year slowly grows my fear That I'm not where I should be If I were sixteen then this would have been A hell lot more impressive Get a dumb hobby, bottle your beer Punch your wife in the face, have a son who's not a queer Make a good eulogy, partake in fantasy Football, of course I ain't gay But I still might not be fit for that It'll probably be just like last year With a different number Higher expectations with every year, oh dear [Outro] (Well that wasn't funny at all) It wasn't supposed to be funny (But you're supposed to make them laugh) No, I just wanted to bear my soul (Okay Yotam, sure whatever) I'm real sensitive, you know? (Yeah...)