Bear

There's a bear inside your stomach A cub's been kicking from within He's loud though without vocal cords We'll put an end to him We'll make all the right appointments No one ever has to know And then tomorrow I'll turn 21 We'll script another show We'll play charades up in the Chelsea Drink champagne, although you shouldn't be We'll be blind and dumb until we fall asleep None of our friends will come They dodge our calls And they have for quite awhile now It's not a shock, you don't seem to mind And I just can't see how We're too old We're not old at all Just too old We're not old at all There's a bear inside your stomach A cub's been kicking you for weeks And if this isn't all a dream Well, then we'll cut him from beneath Well, we're not scared of making caves Or finding food for him to eat We're terrified of one another And terrified of what that means But we'll make only quick decisions And you'll just keep me in the waiting room And all the while I'll know we're fucked And not getting un-fucked soon When we get home we're bigger strangers Than we've ever been before You sit in front of snowy television Suitcase on the floor We're too old We're not old at all Just too old We're not old at all Just too old We're not old at all Just too old We're not old at all Just too old We're not old at all Just too old We're not old at all