Mark Kozelek - 24 lyrics

So it's not loaded stadiums or ballparks And we're not kids on swingsets on the blacktop And I thought at fifteen that I'd have it down by sixteen And twenty-four keeps breathing in my face Like a mad who*e And twenty-four keeps pounding at my door Like a friend you don't want to see Oldness comes with a smile To every love-given child Oldness comes to rile The youth who dream suicide