I strayed
From the ever changing crowds of time
Wresting me of strength to come to terms with myself
I’m losing touch.
There’s friction between me and the world
Before I cease to comprehend what’s only reasonable
Ensnared by the comfort of the battered but soft sofa
Someone’s ringing the doorbell but I pretend not to notice
Old guy, old guy. I’ve become an old guy
That’s why I gotta update, update. Wanna grow old gracefully
Old guy, old guy. Becoming even older tomorrow
I want to be someone that can learn from the moment, from the future
My brain will eventually wither away
Probably stubborn and rigid until the day I’m cremated
Excuses filled with too much punctuation
Floats vacantly in the air as it spits and
Locks up diversity born from a transitioning stage
Old guy, old guy. I’ve become an old guy
That’s why I gotta update, update. Wanna grow old gracefully
Old guy, old guy. Becoming even older in a few years
I want to be someone that can learn from you and me
Growing bitter about values held by the young
What used to be the baseline in our times
We need to put a lid on them and bury them in the past
A heartfelt time capsule
Old guy, old guy. I’ve become an old guy
That’s why I gotta update, update. Wanna grow old gracefully
Want to be someone that even my really young colleagues will like
Want to die, mourned by as many people as possible
Old guy, old guy. I’ve become an old guy
That’s why I gotta update, update. Wanna grow old gracefully
Old guy, old guy. Becoming even older tomorrow
I want to be someone that can learn from the present and the future