Grown Up

Snow hair
Frost brow
Brick house
Moved out
Stuffed box
Moth balls
Drove so far to rock out

When flat screens were a new thing
No cars self driving
Wait online for grocery
Screen share bad latency
Bow our heads at punk shows
Push forward to the front row
Fingers tap on smart phones cause we're forgetful when we're old

Punk bands be sweatin'
Ingest carcinogens and estrogen
Misfits, gender morphin, everybody mess with them

Punk bands be freedom
Jailed cause they got weed on 'em
Inhaled cause we beat on them

Before users were losers and safety pin abusers
Raging out on headphones, writing songs with three tones
Cranking shaking cracking bones

Not pretty just pugnacious take a shit they rub your face in it
Hunting down the hypocrites and flailing at the government
Had enough of it, tried to quit, addicts in the attic
Teen center pussy was inadequate
Need something deeper for habit
Before the hard shit sees the gap and inhabits it
So stick a static steel ring through your nose and let the vultures grab at it
SnowHairFrostBrowBrickHouseMovedOutStuffedBoxMothBalls
Drove so far to rock out

Grown up fast and bitter
Sex came easy
Cars and Xbox freebies
1000 shares of GE
Gee golly, is that for me?
Crashing parties, stashing molly, glitter bodies, no apologies?
We'll see

Go to the same place when we're elderly
Put on the same face in the box they bury
The room twisted with their energy and kids of celebrities hear the hum of generations heckling me

Follow your genetics closely, mammograms just for comfort.. mostly
Likely to occur but not for sure
40, 50, age is a blur next to one word that aches when you speak it
Makes people whisper, spirits creaking
Memories of a hairless sister, brother, mother lover, father, daughter, dead grandmother
Everyone can relate in some small way
That's why we're scared when you mention its name

Thinkin on it on the regs
Regulate it like my pain meds
Don't let it get to my head

We say hello we say goodbye and through it all we wonder why
Just barely getting by, growing brittle, waiting wild
Changing shape and looking more like the ones the young ignore
I've given up on staying young, I will bare the bruise with love

Their's wisdom in the children, push their limits till their prime
Who am I to judge them, we're all running out of time