I feel so old

Measure me the distance
You might see my wrist slit
Twisted sickness, came in through the back
Got a bag, bitch, picking
Make you mad, you wanna see me bad
But I keep shitting

I feel so old, so old
So old, so old
I feel so old

And I drive fast, but you, I won't catch
'Cause time ain't on my side (On my side)
And you could cling to the past
Smash your foot on the gas
And drive into the light
And I drive fast, but you, I won't catch
'Cause time ain't on my side (On my side)
And you could cling to the past
Smash your foot on the gas
And drive into the light

I feel so old, so old
So old, so old
I feel so old

And I drive fast, but you, I won't catch
'Cause time ain't on my side (On my side)
And you could cling to the past
Smash your foot on the gas
And drive into the light
And I drive fast, but you, I won't catch
'Cause time ain't on my side
And you could cling to the past
Smash your foot on the gas
And drive into the light

I feel so old, so old
So old, so old
I feel so old, so old
So old, so old



Credits
Writer(s): Ben Friars-funkhouser, Marshall Heim
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