I'm not seventeen And going on nowhere fast A decade lost in the East Bay fog Birthday cards thrown in the trash Last years' calendar On the wall, collecting dust My friends say to tear it down But instead I'll leave it up
And now I'm 27 Driving to the 7-11 When I turn 28 Will I end up losing faith
Promises decayed On expiration dates New Years resolutions sold To the bums out on the street What was it all worth? And was it worth the while Lost and found and ten years down And torched it to the ground
Will I still stand in line When I turn 29? So now I'll take a number And it reads 27