Old Soul Something

I used to have a spirit in me
That could take me outside
Before shotgunning beers
Gave me a place to hide
Transforming on porches behind the barbecue stand
Falling off playgrounds and landing in sand
Now? I just sorta, stay inside

Am I the last left lonely soul
Who sees kids playing and thinks, "damn! I'm old
That used to be me, I used to feel something"
A lot less daydreams now, less fascination
Spent my last ounce of imagination
Now I'm beat
Now I'm just nothing

I could pick up a tree branch
On my way home from class
Trace the whole sidewalk
As it skips long the path
Toss it up in the air, let it snap on the ground
Smack a discarded pop can for that aluminum sound
Then hide it in the batcave
Where I spraypainted "ass"

Am I the last left lonely soul
Who sees kids playing and thinks, "damn! I'm old
That used to be me, I used to feel something"
A lot less daydreams now, less fascination
Spent my last ounce of imagination
Now I'm beat
Now I'm just nothing

Once in a while, I feel something
Close to what I once had
Beach days and long nights
Yeah man, things ain't so bad
But I still get anxious for that ole recess bell
For egging a teacher's house and running like hell
For pop and chip parties, fake wrestling fights
Reading books in the bedtime by my loud closet light

Am I the last left lonely soul
Who sees kids playing and thinks, "damn! I'm old
That used to be me, I used to feel something"
A lot less daydreams now, less fascination
Spent my last ounce of imagination
Now I'm beat
Now I'm just nothing

Yeah man that used to be me
I used to feel something