older

nothing really matters, if nothing's really real, flying round the corners, with one hand on the wheel, probably happened to our fathers, around the time that we were born, something like a nightmare, or, shit, just feeling bored, pull the spoke out of the axle, let the tire spin free, there's no measuring the distance, between you and me, cause we're all getting older, we're all getting older, changing up our lovers, like we're changing our clothes, chasing our shadows, fuck, where did they go, where did they go, we sit around on barstools, we laugh and we drink, so caught up in the lights and the action, that we don't have to think, we don't have to think, how we're all getting older, we're all getting older, we're all getting older, we're all getting older