I'm not seventeen 

And going on nowhere fast 

A decade lost in the East Bay fog 

Birthday cards thrown in the trash 

Last years' calendar 

On the wall, collecting dust 

My friends say to tear it down 

But instead I'll leave it up 



And now I'm 27 

Driving to the 7-11 

When I turn 28 

Will I end up losing faith 



Promises decayed 

On expiration dates 

New Years resolutions sold 

To the bums out on the street 

What was it all worth? 

And was it worth the while 

Lost and found and ten years down 

And torched it to the ground 



Will I still stand in line 

When I turn 29? 

But now I'll take a number 

And it reads 27