me in 20 years

hey

after all these years

i'm still here

fingers outstretched

with your imprint in my bed

a pit so big i lay on the edge

will love let me down again? oh no

no it won't get in

i'm left wonderin' if it's written on my urn

that i'll burn alone like a star

i wonder how i'll sleep at night

with a cavity by my side

and nothing left to hold but pride

will i

hold out for more time?

hey

me in twenty years

does your milk still turn to rot too soon?

do you still hoard souvenirs?

and make them mirrors of sentimental veneer?

i wonder how i'll sleep at night

with a cavity by my side

and nothing left to hold but pride

will i

hold out

a little bit more

a little bit more

more just a little bit more

a little bit more

more just a little bit more

a little bit longer

just a little bit more

a little bit longer

just a little bit more

a little bit longer

just a little bit more

a little bit more

more just a little bit more

a little bit more

more just a little bit more

and i wonder how i'll sleep at night

with a cavity right by my side

and nothing left to hold but pride of mine

is it laced within my dna

to be braced in endless january

have i become the cavity i feared?

ask me in twenty years