Good Luck, Kid

When you were twenty-one you thought that you were beautiful
I heard you whispering in everybody's ear
And now you're thirty and you just seem kinda miserable
I'd ask you where the time goes
You don't know where the time goes

The world's not ending, you're just gettin' really cynical
You took the weight and then you hung it from your neck
It made you say some awful thing and made me sorta sick
I'd ask you where you're mind goes
But really I don't wanna know

And you're not sure
If it even hurts
No, you're not sure
If it even hurts

If you had any guts you wouldn't just be standin' there
Waitin' to take your shots behind each other's backs
You're sentimental but you clearly don't know how to act
I'd ask you where the time goes
You don't know where the time goes

I only get the joke with my eyes shut
It's clear to me now, we don't have a lot to talk about
I understand you better, with my eyes shut
It's clear to me now, we don't have a lot to talk about

Maybe I'm not what you wish I was
Maybe I'm not what you wish I was
Maybe I'm not what you wish I was
Maybe I'm not what you wish I was