Act Your Age - One Win Choice

I'm thirty-something going on thirteen Still a sponge to everything Saucer eyes wide, yeah, I still believe And a sparkle in my steps Smiling with my teeth They say that, "I might lose my Midas touch" They also say, "I may become irrelevant" But who the fuck are they anyway? I don't care what they say I won't act my age Time is just an invention man has made No, I won't act my age It's just my reflection that is out of date 'Cause it's all in your attitude It's all in your point of view I won't act my age Just need a little bit of Peter Pan and some imagination No, I won't act my age So, I recommend that you lose your mind It was the only thing that was keeping me behind They say, "Curb your curiosity" They also say, "Prepare to amend your dreams" But who the fuck are they anyway? I don't care what they say 'Cause I won't act my age Time is just an invention man has made No, I won't act my age It's just my reflection that is out of date 'Cause it's all in your attitude It's all in your point of view I won't act my age (c'mon) Just need a little bit of Peter Pan and some imagination No, I won't act my age How old would you be? Yeah How old would you really be If you didn't know, yeah How old you really were? How old would you be? Yeah How old would you really be If you didn't know (know) How old you really were? (Hey!) I won't act my age Time is just an invention man has made No, I won't act my age It's just my reflection that is out of date 'Cause it's all in your attitude It's all in your point of view I won't act my age Just need a little bit of Peter Pan and some imagination No, I won't act my age Oh-oh, I won't act my age Ooh, yeah, ooh Ooh, yeah, ooh I won't act my age

Is it funny or is it just sad, the way life pulls in different directions? How you can want something so fucking bad, the dissonance, the disconnection can eat you alive inside. There's a canyon between consistency and complacency, but in so many ways, they all look the same. Am i worried, or dead fucking scared to fall prey to a life of convention. The day in, the day out. The routines set in and the alarm clock wins, the shining of shoes and boredom begins... To eat you alive inside. This fabrics failing. Just let it go. Just let it burn. The fabrics failed me, the sand is gone from the hour glass. So what can you tell me, that you haven't told me in the past. I've opened my eyes, flooded my mind, stepped in the van, the miles, the time, lived a life of a thousand lives. We're out of step, out of line, these hollow threads we're tied behind, Cut these strings, let it die. Cut these strings. Release me.