Onelinedrawing - 14 To 41 Lyrics
14 to 41Start blind, end up dumbYou're 16, you're 23, you're 32, you're 41Gonna leave it all behindand not say sorryYea, you are always rightSo why worryYou learn to steal and lie to friends, you trust no oneMy Birthday's comin' around againI'm waiting for the bell to ring, I'm always olderPressures and folds of fat and lipstick-stained calendarshide under marriage porcelainthat I'm falling overMy birthday, my Birthdaymy worst dayMy Birthday's comin around again14 to 41Start blind, end up dumbYou're 16, you're 23, you're 32, you're 41You're all those thingsand then you're noneYou're through all thatyou've just begun