sixty

Is this how I have to be Cold and obtuse, spitting out words And is this what I'll always be Old and annoyed while everything hurts? I tried so hard to fix it Hammers and saws, wood glue and nails You never gave part of me That wanted to die, begging you then I can't remember the last time that I felt this way It seems like the only thing I got is going to waste What's it like to be sixty? Is everyone dead? Has anything changed? People say I'm powerful Still a big wimp, trying the weights So I read things on my phone Pester me then, why can't we decide What could fix this awfulness? There's one of three ways I don't wanna take Just me or everyone or there is ending it all Just me or everyone or there is ending it all Just me or everyone or there is ending it all Just me or everyone or there is ending it all