50, 60, 80

One, two, one, two
One, two, three, four

I'm not known for my strong jaw or my nice skin
I've had a feeling lately, maybe premonition
My stories will be better than my body

In 50, 60, 80 years
50, 60, 80 years
50, 60, 80 years
What am I doing here?

Lies, hair, clothes, and I let it go, it's gone too far
Been spending too much time at the local bar
Let it tame you, take your vision too many times
These eyes, these lines will hold the stories

In 50, 60, 80 years
50, 60, 80 years
50, 60, 80 years
What are we making here?



Credits
Writer(s): Meegan Closner, Allison Closner, Natalie Schepman, Andrew Stonestree
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