When I was young I would stay out all night Binging my troubles away Now I wake up from the nightmares in flight Exhausting me every day Then I lock the gate Go to sleep at eight When I try to sleep, I just weep, I can't sleep.
Middle Age is being tired, out of breath Middle age is halfway to your death
Sometimes when I'm out and I catch a girl's smile It makes me feel great for a while I shouldn't feel flattered, cause it never mattered Humility's never my style
Now I can't see straight Need to lose some weight But I guess that's all down to fate, can it wait?
Middle Age is lots of anger, lots of strife Middle age is halfway through your life
Try to find peace of mind, that I left far behind Can't get laid, beard is greyed, all the memories fade Pay the bills, take my pills, and my head fucking kills Grocery store, fix the door, and then come back for more Wake at dawn, mow the lawn, now my wellbeing is gone Stay up late, masturbate, ain't anxiety great In my head, state of dread, get to bed, can't eat bread, under fed, but well read, seeing red
Tonight I'm busting out to see, Music that stirs my memory. Raise a glass with all my friends So that we justify our ends
Ohh bring it!
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