A Bit of Previous

I want to climb inside a work of art
I want to get away from all your comments that are barbed

And just because you're getting older
Doesn't mean you're getting clever
Just because you've got the high ground
Doesn't mean you're at the fairground

And just because you're ground down to a halt
It doesn't mean you have to throw the stone you always hold

Just because you're getting older
Doesn't mean you're getting wiser
Just because you've got the high ground
Doesn't mean you have the most fun

I want to hide inside a piece of you
(I want to hide inside a piece of you)
In the longest run, I am your mother and your child

Beaten by the force that assails you
Your so-called friends have surely failed you
Some come back from the edge of crazy
And come back from the edge of envy