Getting New at Growing Old

It hasn’t hit me yet
The bloodshot eyes and cold sweats
And the thought that I can’t get along with my own breath
A chill runs through my veins
Knowing we’re not the same
As time you would kill just to have my last name
Hold On (x4)
It took three shots to the face
Remove the ink in my brain
That you tattooed through my thick skull
A timeless gap filled to waste
Thinking about the days
When everyone was okay
And the kids in the streets would be laughing and just play
Hold On (x4)
I don’t want to be an adult if it means
Growing up to see the colors in between
The don’t talk about
The world that just forgot about me
Hold On (x4)