First Tattoo
Wrinkles count the years of my past
In the light of the bathroom
Fingers trace the lines on my skin
Of this faded tattoo
Lines that we outgrew
The sidewalk's pressin under my feet
In the heat of the afternoon
The blisters rubbin 'gainst my boot
Are questioning my mood
But I got more shit to do
It's easy to look cool
In air conditioned rooms
And it gets harder to renew
When you're worn in, worn out
Worn in, worn out
I got no warning
That I'd be outdated
The breeze flows up and into his hair
As he's biking to the groove
Chin held high he doesn't care
That his rent is almost due
Cause he just got his first tattoo
My disappointed gaze reflects
In his eyes of baby blue
With arms crossed tight he still believes
That he's got nothin to lose
No reason not to break the rules
The kids always look cool
In air conditioned rooms
It gets harder to renew
When you're worn in, worn out
Worn in, worn out
When you're worn in, worn out
Worn in
When you're worn out!
When you're worn in, worn out
Worn in, worn out
When you're worn in, worn out
Worn in, worn out
When you're worn in, worn out
Worn in, worn out
When you're worn in, worn out
Worn in, worn out
I got no warning
That I'd be outdated
In the light of the bathroom
Fingers trace the lines on my skin
Of this faded tattoo
Lines that we outgrew
The sidewalk's pressin under my feet
In the heat of the afternoon
The blisters rubbin 'gainst my boot
Are questioning my mood
But I got more shit to do
It's easy to look cool
In air conditioned rooms
And it gets harder to renew
When you're worn in, worn out
Worn in, worn out
I got no warning
That I'd be outdated
The breeze flows up and into his hair
As he's biking to the groove
Chin held high he doesn't care
That his rent is almost due
Cause he just got his first tattoo
My disappointed gaze reflects
In his eyes of baby blue
With arms crossed tight he still believes
That he's got nothin to lose
No reason not to break the rules
The kids always look cool
In air conditioned rooms
It gets harder to renew
When you're worn in, worn out
Worn in, worn out
When you're worn in, worn out
Worn in
When you're worn out!
When you're worn in, worn out
Worn in, worn out
When you're worn in, worn out
Worn in, worn out
When you're worn in, worn out
Worn in, worn out
When you're worn in, worn out
Worn in, worn out
I got no warning
That I'd be outdated
Credits
Writer(s): Michael Evans
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