Get Knocked Down

Look at these photographs, they're messing with my head I compare myself with the younger version of me instead And I find no reason to get myself off what I've lost But it's a change in four seasons I'll force myself to watch the clock I get knocked down Then I feel sorry for myself I know somedays that I feel old I know I'm not old I still got nothing left to prove But I feel old enough that I've got lots to lose but I'm not old I get knocked down too Look at this TV skit, it's melting in my brain Hey man, do you remember how scary this was in our younger days? And I find every reason to look for things that make me feel That I'm well past my use by date And I suddenly care about the clothes I wear I get knocked down Then I feel sorry for myself I know somedays that I feel old I know I'm not old I still got nothing left to prove But I feel old enough, that I've got lots to lose but I'm not old All the baby boomers are sipping their organic oxygen While I'm stuck here thinking 'bout how chips were two bucks, fifty when I was a child All the boys and girls are screaming for their iPhones and their watches While some of us are scrambling to put gas in our shitboxes We sing Oh I know I'm not old I still got nothing left to prove But I feel old enough that I've got lots to lose but I'm not old I still got nothing left to prove But I feel old enough that I've got lots to lose but I'm not old I get knocked down too