Lyrics
Measure me the distance
You might see my wrist slit
Twisted sickness
Came in thru the back, got a bag, bitch, picking
Make you mad you wanna see me bad
But I keep shitting
I feel so old, so old
So old, so old
I feel so old
And I drive fast
But you I won't catch
Cause time ain't on my side
And you could cling to the past
Smash your foot on the gas
And drive in to the light
And I drive fast
But you I won't catch
Cause time ain't on my side
And you could cling to the past
Smash your foot on the gas
And drive in to the light
I feel so old, so old
So old, so old
I feel so old
And I drive fast
But you I won't catch
Cause time ain't on my side
And you could cling to the past
Smash your foot on the gas
And drive in to the light
And I drive fast
But you I won't catch
Cause time ain't on my side
And you could cling to the past
Smash your foot on the gas
And drive in to the light
I feel so old, so old
So old, so old
I feel so old
WRITERS
Ben Friars-Funkhouser
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