Getting Too Old
No matter who I am
I’m always apart from the caravan
I've been told that I’ve strayed down a path not too straight
To a place rife with scam

No matter how I act
I never seem to fit the terms of my contract
They’ve told me that a woman shouldn’t be like me
And that I’ll never be one
Just a god given fact

And I’m way too young to be getting too old for everything
And I’m way too young
What a curious feeling

No matter what I say
You still stay furious at me everyday
Never matters how hard I work anymore
As long as you have your way

No matter how I breathe
I can’t seem to melt the frozen cave beneath
And if I shiver it could be I’ve got loose pine needles in me
Like a holiday wreath
No matter where I walk
I’ll never find the place where it all stops
Where I can knock upon its door and say
Yes, I still need more rest, can I please drop in?

And no matter how hard I fight
They’re still keeping our struggles alive
Seems like no matter how they see
They still can’t read between the big bold lines

And I’m way too young to be getting too old for everything
And I’m way too young but I’m hanging by a string

And I know where I stand
But they try to tell me it’s the wrong kind of band
I had to escape to find my truths
But it seems like they’ll never quite understand

No matter how I sleep
My premonitions always cut my soul deep
Memories of the bits of a good life that I lost
In a thick black sea

No matter what I look for
I never feel like anyone wants me anymore
Or if I ever want anything or anyone in turn
So I just lay down on the floor
No matter who I am
I’m always apart from the caravan
It’s hard to hope like I used to
Too used to my spirit getting jammed

And I’m way too young to be getting too old for everything
And I’m way too young, but I can’t feel anything anymore