24
Mark Kozelek
So it's not
Loaded stadiums
Or ballparks
And we're not
Kids on swingsets
On the blacktop
And I thought
At fifteen that I'd
Have it down by sixteen
And twenty-four keeps breathing at my face
Like a mad whore
And twenty-four keeps pounding at my door
Like a friend you don't want to see
Oldness comes with a smile
To every love given child
Oldness comes to life
The youth, they dream suicide
Oldness comes with a smile
To every love given child
Oldness comes to life
The youth, they dream suicide