Old Child

The worst part of growing up
Is looking at yourself in the mirror
An old child is looking up
Pleading you to take
Care of the body that houses your mind
Your soul is breaking
The gods are cheating
The fields are blooming
The feelings are all cheap
And freeing you from misery
The house the job the kids
Are wrinkles on the skin
The consequences are heavy lifting
You claw your way back
Upon the devils back
You crawl out of bed again
And meet the future

Rise baby just rise
The sun's only out here for a while
Rise baby just rise
The sun's only out here till your lost again
Til your lost again

The world feels like its upside down
Every little crack in the surface
The rain the river drown out the sound
Perspex and the cracks of the pavement
Children laughing at a party
My friends are all here
Adults drinking at a party
Our friends are all here
The worst part of growing up
Is looking at yourself in the mirror
The house the job the kids
Are wrinkles on the skin
The consequences
Are every moment you are in
You fight to stay sane
Another day begins

Rise baby
Just rise
The suns
Only out here for a while
Rise baby just rise
The suns only out here till your good again
Til your good again
Til your good again
Till your good again
Til your good