parking lots water marks and my drunk face 
in the bathroom mirror makes 
makes me feel like a ghostly shape 
makes me feel like I'm twice my age 
mostly aged partly faded one fifth dead 
if I live to a hundred and 
if I live to a hundred then 
I will outlive all of my friends 
but I don't want that at all 
what's so bad about growing up 
if I'll stay young for as long as I want to 
you hate my voice 
it makes me feel like a little boy 
and you hate all the words I choose 
you push me like a pressure point 
public parks subway cars where I grew up 
I'd sleep over but we'd stay up 
now you just want me to shut up 
now you just want me to shut up 
but I'm not sad at all 
what's so bad about growing up 
if I'll stay young for as long as I want to