you won't be young forever
but you'll be old and bitter
if, when your bones get brittle
you're still looking in the mirror
you can't have cold disinterest
when you're holding hands and kissing
don't speak too much to miss when you should just shut up and listen
and you sound like everyone who's coming-to
do you think that you're the only one who's going to
you can be numb forever
and find your earths are heavens
but while you're being clever
you're missing all life's best lessons
you're folding hands and praying
but you don't know what you're saying
there can't be a condition during an act of contrition
you sound like everyone who's coming-to
do you think that you're the only one who's going to
you won't be young forever
but you'll be old and bitter
if, when your bones get brittle
you're still looking in the mirror
you can't have cold disinterest
when you're holding hands and kissing
don't speak too much to miss when you should just shut up