Teenage DNA

Spike your step There's a big day coming No chance to walk When you're in the running Steeper cliffs give to awkward slips You best not lose your traction Closer to fifty now Than to twenty You've not sold out If you've got no money The adult crash left you unabashed To adjust your expectations Winsome So goddamn lonesome I'm gonna drop a truth bomb This is the bed you made, son You'd best unfuck your head some Motorik clicks out motivation Harmonic breaks your hibernation The crash subsides The big grump hides And won't come out to play They'll assume at once You're just being clever But your stance is on A chromosomal level Life's more fun When you can't outrun Your teenage DNA