Kurt Cobain died before this girl I work with was born
And much in the same way the lonely seasons turn
Spring to summer, summer to fall
I strain to hear the siren call
Everyone’s getting older
And someday we’re all going to die
I can’t drink the way I used to anymore
And that party for your boss sounds like a total bore
It’s so far away, we’d have to take a cab
Plus that new crime drama doesn’t sound so bad
Everyone’s getting older
And someday we’re all going to die
The last time I saw my cousin she was three feet tall
She’ll be starting graduate school this fall
Told a Bill Clinton joke to my best friend’s kid
He said he doesn’t know who that is
Everyone’s getting older
And someday we’re all going to die
