I'll go to the same place
Where my old man taught me how to draw
I'll draw a picture of him laying on my blue couch crying to me
Life is full of disappointments so keep your head low don't look back on tomorrow
I'll listen to the same song
On repeat for days turn to thirty years
I'll grow a bunch of grey hairs sticking out my nose
Arthritis in my fingers and all of my toes
I'm not looking forward to tomorrow