Age looks good on you it paints your face famous
Your eyes are the trophies that serve as proof
That the years have been gracious
Only at night is when we meet
Dressed in black covered by a mystery
Tell me what to expect
Watch me hang by a thread
Leave me with something that I won't soon forget

This conversation is wearing thin
A decade stands between us so I'm betting I'll never win
And it's competition I'm not cut out for
So call me when I'm older

Youth looks good on me it paints my face naive
My hands shout truth when my eyes lie
Torches of strength torches of pride
We met for drinks at 12 stood at the jukebox until after 2 am
"Exile on Main Street" was before my day
Tease me for when I was born circa 1980

This conversation is wearing thin
A decade stands between us so you're betting you'll never win
And it's competition you're not cut out for
So maybe you'll call me when I'm older

Hey hey say something now
Table manners and curfew
I'll stay home to clean my room
You'll feel the pangs of middle age pellegrino
Running through your veins

Say goodnight with morning open ended
Next time you see me I'll be different

It's competition I'm not cut out for
So call me when I'm older


Lyrics submitted by naerogah

Bruce Wayne song meanings
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