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I'm not seventeen
And going on nowhere fast
A decade lost in the East Bay fog
Birthday cards thrown in the trash
Last year's calendar
On the wall, collecting dust
My friends say to tear it down
But instead I'll leave it up
And now I'm 27
Driving to the 7-11
When I turn 28
Will I end up losing faith
Promises decayed
On expiration dates
New years resolutions sold
To the bums out on the street
What was it all worth?
And was it worth the while
Lost and found + ten years down
And torched into the ground
Will I still stand in line
When I turn 29?
But now I'll take a number
And it reads 27
