me in 20 years

hey, after all these years, i'm still here, fingers outstretched, with your imprint in my bed, a pit so big i lay on the edge, will love let me down again? oh no, no it won't get in, i'm left wonderin' if it's written on my urn, that i'll burn alone like a star, i wonder how i'll sleep at night, with a cavity by my side, and nothing left to hold but pride, will i, hold out for more time?, hey, me in twenty years, does your milk still turn to rot too soon?, do you still hoard souvenirs?, and make them mirrors of sentimental veneer?, i wonder how i'll sleep at night, with a cavity by my side, and nothing left to hold but pride, will i, hold out, a little bit more, a little bit more, more just a little bit more, a little bit more, more just a little bit more, a little bit longer, just a little bit more, a little bit longer, just a little bit more, a little bit longer, just a little bit more, a little bit more, more just a little bit more, a little bit more, more just a little bit more, and i wonder how i'll sleep at night, with a cavity right by my side, and nothing left to hold but pride of mine, is it laced within my dna, to be braced in endless january, have i become the cavity i feared?, ask me in twenty years