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