Slowcoaching - Younger

lately i wonder how much my blood is worth
i come home, i drag my heels and fall in a heap on the floor
you're unencumbered, parading through a storm
i wonder, i wonder how much time my mind's spent afloat

oh
to the seamstress fitting clothes
in a stream that never flows
can't believe i'm going under

if you feel like growing old
if you feel like growing old

lately i wonder how much until i'm full
i'm welcome, i turn the key then fall asleep at the wheel
who'd even bother, you haven't read this far
i wonder if any time has passed me at all

if you feel like growing old
if you feel like growing old
if you feel like getting younger

if you feel like growing old
if you feel like growing (old)

pull up to the station, classic thirty-eight, those hours taunt me
have a little faith, a whimsical escape, oh i'll talk softly
five o'clock shadow, i appreciate your battles for me
used to be safe but now i'm in my brain and i'll talk softly

i'm not gonna make it, i'm just gonna break it, i'm a little - sorry i'll talk softly
clinically irate, a little out of state, mechanical debate but i'll talk softly