Getting Old

I can feel it Running down my face And I see it It covers down to my waist If I breathe it in Well, I might suffocate In this region I've got a lot on my plate I feel the seasons Are fucking around Don't believe it Is your head in the ground? I want nothing Yet I want all the same I'm feeling something Yet I gain from the pain Of getting old And I don't wanna be like you I know you feel the same about me You're always feeling like there's something behind you Well, hold your breath if you think it's about me I cop a feel of the stressfulness I knock it down with a brace I fear they might have missed all my messages Now there's one left to embrace It's getting old And I don't wanna be like you I know you feel the same about me You're always feeling like there's someone behind you Well, hold your breath if you know it's about me If you could help me What would you do? If you could see me Well, that's a shitty view I know you hear me But what would you say? An aspiration I just can't be anyway