Teenage DNA

Spike your step
There's a big day coming
No chance to walk
When you're in the running
Steeper cliffs give to sharper slips
You'd best not lose your traction

Closer to 50 now than to 20
You've not sold out
If you've got no money
Adult crash left you unabashed
To adjust your expectations

Winsome
So goddamn lonesome
I'm gonna drop a truth-bomb
This is the bed you made, son
You'd best un-fuck your head some

Motorik clicks out motivation
Harmonic breaks your hibernation
The crash subsides
The big grump hides
And won't come out to play

Assume at once
I'm just being clever
But this stance is on
A chromosomal level
Life's more fun when
You can't outrun your
Teenage DNA



Credits
Writer(s): James Marinelli
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