Twenty-Five

Getting old
I don't seem to care
Silver lines growing parallel in my hair
Skin unruled by collagen
It unfolds in unacquainted areas.

I thought I'd never say
I'm looking more like you every day
It's not a bad thing
I just want to recognize my face.

Getting bold 'cause I'm tired of it
Speech turned cold
I don't have much time for this yet
Flattened soles and widening hips
Twenty-five
and I lost all circulation.

I thought I'd never say
I'm looking more like you every day
It's not a bad thing
I just wanna recognize my face.