*What I'm finding out. And no, I don't still sleep on the floor.*
What will it be like when I get old
will I still hop on my bike
and ride around town
will I still want to be someone
and not just sit around
I don't want to be like other adults
cause they've already died
cool and condescending, fossilized
will I be rich
will I be poor
will I still sleep on the floor
what will it be like when I get
what will I be like when I get
what will it be like when I get old
will I still kiss my girlfriend
and try to grab her ass
will I still hate the cops
and have no class
will all my grown-up friends say
they've seen it all before
they say hey act your age
and I'm immature
will I do myself proud
or only what's allowed
what will it be like when I get
what will I be like when I get
what will it be like when I get old
will I sit around and talk about the old days
sit around and watch TV
I never want to go that way
never burn out
not fade away
as I travel through my time
will I like what I find
what will it be like when I get
what will I be like when I get
what will it be like when I get old.
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