I leave my favorite cup behind
Though I’m too old for this crap
I abandon allegiances to trademarks
Though I’m too old for this crap
I let go of places and things a lot
Though I’m too old for this crap
I have to move cities and countries, oh my
Ain’t I too old for this crap?
I share my life with this dirty war
I’m far too old for this crap.
But when it is time to shift beyond
We are always too young for this gap.
Far too
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