14 To 41 کے بول

Start blind, end up dumb You're 16, you're 23, you're 32, you're 41 Gonna leave it all behind and not say sorry Yea, you are always right So why worry You learn to steal and lie to friends, you trust no one My Birthday's comin' around again I'm waiting for the bell to ring, I'm always older Pressures and folds of fat and lipstick-stained calendars hide under marriage porcelain that I'm falling over My birthday, my Birthday my worst day My Birthday's comin around again 14 to 41 Start blind, end up dumb You're 16, you're 23, you're 32, you're 41 You're all those things and then you're none You're through all that you've just begun