When I'm Old

What will I be like when I'm old?
Will I still rely on the lies that I'm told?
Like how we all have a purpose or a sense of being.
That this or any life has any real meaning.
What will I be like when senility starts?
Will I be more charming or smart?
Will I still be afraid of the dark
or be completely bored with modern art?
Well, I can't be sure but I hope that there's a cure
for regret, for death and for horrible posture.
I hope that my body won't hurt from the weather,
that I won't get cancer like my family and father.
But no matter what age I make it to,
I want to spend my last day with you.
What will I be like when I get up in the years?
Will I still get stupidly drunk on my favorite beer?
Will I finally be able to grow a beard?
Will I even be able to hear?
What will I be like when I'm an old man?
Will I still play guitar, still want to be in a band?
Will I finally start to floss?
Or eventually worship a man on a cross?
What will I be like when my hair turns gray?
Will I ever learn to love or will I push it all away?
Will I spend all my time popping pills
or high-fiving grrls who love Bikini Kill?
Will I ever get married and settle down?
Will I live a good life before I go in the ground?
Will I ever pay my bills on time?
Will I still curse all of the fucking time?
Will I ever be like my dad?
Will I ever do anything amazing?
Will people still hang around me when I'm finally crazy?
Well, I can't be sure but I hope that there's a cure
for regret, for death and for horrible posture.
I hope that my body won't hurt from the weather,
that I won't get cancer like my family and father.
But no matter what age I make it to,
I want to spend my last day with you.