Wishing for the days when I first wore this suit Baby has grown older, it's
no longer cute Too many voices They've made me mute Baby has grown older
It's no longer cute
But I stay on, I stay on Where do I get off? On to greener pastures The
core has gotten soft
Look at us today We've gotten soft and fat Waiting for the moment, it's
just not coming back So serious about the stuff we lack Dwell upon our
memories but there are no facts