Too Many Years Old

[Verse 1]
I met a man who said he was too many years old
Keeps a bullet in his pocket but the shell on his tongue
'Cause he lost his sailboat to the sea
So I put my pleasure seeking pants in the hamper again
And I took myself to the library
Took about an hour and a half to read a paragraph
'Cause I lost my sailboat, to the sea

[Chorus]
I can't tell the difference between lonely and alone
I'm real good at making love but I'm bad at letting love make me a home
Make me a home

[Verse 2]
The word consumed the meaning till the meaning lost it's root and set a fire to each letter casting down a laundry shoot
I'm not a bread making, joy faking, seedless fruit
Maybe an average monkey in a human suit
I'll fucking shoot all the clocks in this house
I'll fucking smash all the mirrors on your property
I'm just here for the party
I'm not her to make you believe
In something I can't even see

[Chorus]
I can't tell the difference between lonely and alone
I'm real good at making love but I'm bad at letting love make me a home
Make me a home

[Instrumental Interlude]

[Chorus]
I can't tell the difference between lonely and alone
I'm real good at making love but I'm bad at letting love make me a home
Make me a home