I'm not seventeen And going on nowhere fast A decade lost in the East Bay fog Birthday cards thrown in the trash Last years' calendar On the wall, collecting dust My friends say to tear it down But instead I'll leave it up And now I'm 27 When I turn 28 Driving to the 7-11 Will I end up losing faith
On expiration dates Promises decayed New Years resolutions sold To the bums out on the street What was it all worth? And was it worth the while Lost and found and ten years down And torched it to the ground Will I still stand in line When I turn 29? But now I'll take a number And it reads 27