I'm afraid that when I'm older,
I'll be living in the same house every year
I just want to be worth something,
or go somewhere far away from here...
I can't find, a way out of this life
(it's so commanding)
I'll try, not to give it much hype
(but you're not understanding, me)
I'm only nineteen but when I turn thirty,
I sure as hell won't be working
In an accounting firm of plenty,
and if I do please just stab me clean…
Every sunday in the mirror,
my face is older than the days before
I'm always growing, its clearer and clearer,
my white dove will take me to my door...