How'd I get so old
Crepe-paper skin so folded
Weak little veins
Parts rearranged
Lines on my face
I was so self-important
I was invincible
Puffed-up and vain
Now all of that's changed
Fade into grey
I'll be 17 until the day I die
I'm still 17 inside my mind
But secretly
Both you and me know I'm
Old
Old
Old
I died so many small deaths
I wasted so many breaths
I have lost count
A finite amount
Is all that you get
I'll be 17 until the day I die
I'm still 17 inside my mind
But secretly
Both you and me know I'm
Old
Old
Old
Too scared to live
I can't forgive
And is this really all there is?
I'm scared to die
I don't know why
I don't know why
I'll be 17 until the day I die
I'm still 17 inside my mind
But secretly
Both you and me know I'm
I'll be 17 until the day I die
I'm still 17 inside my mind
But secretly
Both you and me know I'm
Old
