A plan to grow, a plan to hold
A plan for changing grays to an ocean
Ride out of town, believe me now.
Never questioned or conditioned
Can this body take the weight of me
Out of town believe me now

Old man telling me, “Don’t put your finger on it”
Old man telling me, “you’re the one to get…”
Old man telling me, “Don’t put your finger on it”
Old man telling me, “you’re the one to get down…
To my free stare, please

These are friends we’ve left behind
For what? Jerk off. Their names are paperweights
Wash my mouth and leave me out

Worn to front to back to not impressed
Not even as I suggest
Wash my mouth and leave me out

Jump in just because you never know
Jump in just because you’re on your own
Jump in just because you never know
Jump in just because…

One crept up on my back, still holding
One phone call in the black, still holding
One used me, sense attack, still holding
One cold hand on my back…too old.