See I'm not dancing like I used to
Sometimes it's hard to get free
But it's a feeling that I'm used to
Muscle memory
And we've been caught out in the wilderness
Somewhere between
Knowing too much and not knowing enough
All these people around me are taking sides
Like they've got nothing to lose
But I'm not ready to choose
Too young to be old
Too old to be young
Too young to be old
Too old to be young
Too young to be old
Too old to be young
Too young to be old
To twist or to fold
My body's been better
But my mind still holds it's own
I'm no longer afraid of the fact
That I'll never be holding the throne
Butterfly is not the destiny of every caterpillar
Clinging to this spinning leaf
Life can be such a boring bastard
And still a glorious intrigue
Oh lord cut the cord
I'm a fake I'm a fraud
But no more than anybody else
I'm wiser as I'm older
No chips up on my shoulder
At least that what I'm telling myself
Too young to be old
Too old to be young
Too young to be old
Too old to be young
I'm not ready for this
I don't know if I will ever be
I'm not ready for this
I don't know if I will ever be
I'm not ready for this
I don't know if I will ever be
I'm not ready for this
But I know that one day
I'd better be ready
Too young, too old
Too old, too young
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