rusty, dusty and tarnished,
boy don't i really feel old.
foggy, hateful and mad and
i won't do what i'm told.

crazy, slow and selfish to all
who stands in my way.
nights don't mean a thing to
me and neither does the day.

no more youthfulness and i
ache all the time.
perfumes i never use and to
me i'm doing just fine.

why should i read a book or
even try to spell.
i know it all anyway, so all of
you can go to (guess).

i don't have to be afraid of not
living to see the age of 21.
it's all about my anger, that's
what i call having fun.

so if i die this minute, do you
really think i care.
my heart beats slow without
extra time to spare.

lunatic, stupid and fearless
right down to the core.
living to be a senior doesn't
really matter anymore.