i feel ancient and yellow
i looked at a man on a bus and was disgusted by his age
i decided then that i never want to feel old
the creak in your bones
the weight in your veins
the sag in your skin
the dullness in your eyes
you become dry, old, worn out
i feel ancient and yellow
i can feel my insides getting singed
turning brown, murky, vile
i will always let it in
i feel ancient and yellow
and weary, exhausted, empty
i feel as if
there is to be nothing
just waiting for the end
i feel ancient and yellow