Back hurts from sleeping wrong,
Hangover lasts three days long,
I used to bounce back quick,
Now coffee's my main fix.
Got a text from my old band,
"Let's jam!" but I can't stand —
Literally, my knee gave out,
Guess that's what life's about.
But I still blast the stereo
Like I'm eighteen in my car,
Even if my neighbour yells,
I'll just turn it up more hard.
I'm too old for this shit,
But I'm not gonna quit,
Got a mini van mosh pit,
Yeah, I'm still throwing fits.
My life's a little more lame,
But my heart's still the same,
If I'm going down in flames,
At least I'll go by my name.
Saturday night's now Netflix,
And arguing about breadsticks,
My black jeans got a dad-bod sag,
And my tattoos all just drag.
Still got my ripped-up hoodie,
From that tour when we felt good-y,
It smells like beer and smoke and youth,
But hey — so do I, kinda, truth.
So I'll stay loud and unapologetic,
Till my hearing's gone and I can't regret it.
I'm too old for this shit,
But I'm not gonna quit,
Got a mini van mosh pit,
Yeah, I'm still throwing fits.
My life's a little more lame,
But my heart's still the same,
If I'm going down in flames,
At least I'll go by my name.
We all grow up, but I think it's a scam,
'Cause inside I'm still that awkward skater kid I am.
Bills, taxes, work — yeah, I'll play that game,
But I'll still write dumb songs but not for anyone's shame.
I'm too old for this shit,
But I'm not gonna quit,
Got a mini van mosh pit,
Yeah, I'm still throwing fits.
My life's a little more lame,
But my heart's still the same,
If I'm going down in flames,
At least I'll go by my name.
