Look at these photographs, they're messing with my head
I compare myself with the younger version of me instead
And I find no reason to get myself off what I've lost
But it's a changing four seasons — I force myself to watch the clock
I get knocked down
Then I feel sorry for myself
I know some days that I feel
Old
I know I'm not old
I still got nothing left to prove
But I feel old enough that I got lots to lose
But I'm not old
I get knocked down to it
Look at this TV skit, it's melting in my brain
Hey man, do you remember how scary this was in our younger days?
And I find every reason to look for things that make me feel
That I'm well past my use-by date, and I suddenly care about the clothes I wear
I get knocked down
Then I feel sorry for myself
I know some days that I feel old
I know I'm not old
I still got nothing left to prove
But I feel old enough that I got lots to lose
But I'm not old
All the baby boomers are sipping their organic oxygen
While I'm stuck here thinking 'bout how chips were two bucks fifty when I was a child
All the boys and girls are screaming for their iPhones and their watches
While some of us are scrambling to put gas in our shitboxes, we sing
Oh
I know I'm not old
I still got nothing left to prove
But I feel old enough that I got lots to lose
But I'm not old
I still got nothing left to prove
But I feel old enough that I got lots to lose
But I'm not old
I get knocked down to it
