14-41

14 to 41, start blind, end up dumb

You're 16, you're 23, you're 32, you're 41

Gonna leave it all behind and not say sorry

Yea, you are always right, so why worry

You learn to steal and lie to friends, you trust no one

My Birthday's comin' around again

14 to 41, start blind, end up dumb

You're 16, you're 23, you're 32, you're 41

And there is no other way, and there is no other...

I'm waiting for the bell to ring, I'm always older

Pressures and folds of fat and lipstick-stained calendars

Hide under marriage porcelain that I'm falling over

My birthday, my Birthday, my worst day

My Birthday's comin around again

14 to 41, start blind, end up dumb

You're 16, you're 23, you're 32, you're 41 (repeat, then...)

You're 32, you're 41

You're all those things and then you're none

You're through all that, you've just begun