Forget Cassettes Bruce Wayne
Age looks good on you it paints your face famous
Your eyes are the trophies that serve as proof
That the years have been gracious
Only at night is when we meet
Dressed in black covered by a mystery
Tell me what to expect
Watch me hang by a thread
Leave me with something that I won't soon forget
This conversation is wearing thin
A decade stands between us so I'm betting I'll never
win
And it's competition I'm not cut out for
So call me when I'm older
Youth looks good on me it paints my face naive
My hands shout truth when my eyes lie
Torches of strength torches of pride
We met for drinks at 12 stood at the jukebox until
after 2 am
"Exile on Main Street" was before my day
Tease me for when I was born circa 1980
This conversation is wearing thin
A decade stands between us so you're betting you'll
never win
And it's competition you're not cut out for
So maybe you'll call me when I'm older
Hey hey say something now
Table manners and curfew
I'll stay home to clean my room
You'll feel the pangs of middle age pellegrino
Running through your veins
Say goodnight with morning open ended
Next time you see me I'll be different
It's competition I'm not cut out for
So call me when I'm older
