The Domestic Terrorist - 2001 : At My Age

“AT MY AGE” 06 Nov 01

I followed you in the supermarket
because I like your face
I know what you’re thinking baby
I should be ashamed
Doing such undignified things
At my advancing age

We’re running out of time
I need to find The One
Before the Last Rites
I don’t know who they are
They could be in my bed
In a passing car
or only in my head

I thought I saw you
Passing in the street
There’s so many angels
We have left to meet
I’m growing old
beauty isn’t just skin deep

But I know the secrets you keep
Behind that front door
What you look like as you sleep
Is such a bore
I know what you’ll look like
At sixty five
I’ve seen your Mothers face
In your laughter lines

I’m moving.
I’m getting gone.
I’m leaving the past behind.

I’m abandoning my morals
Losing dead weight
Leaving all the baggage behind.

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