I felt 25 today.
I felt it for the first time in over 7 months, since my birthday in December last year.
It hits you when you least expect it.
I feel like I've just lost something. I don't know what it is. I just hope it isn't anything I can't live without.
The trigger: Listening to Radiohead in the car. It made me feel nostalgic.
And you're only supposed to feel nostalgic when you're older.
Like when you're 25.
Bulletproof...I Wish I Was
Limb by limb and tooth by tooth
Tearing up inside of me
Every day every hour
I wish that I was bullet proof
Wax me
Mould me
Heat the pins and stab them in
You have turned me into this
Just wish that it was bullet proof
So pay the money and take a shot
Leadfill the hole in me
I could burst a million bubbles
All surrogate and bullet proof
And bullet proof
And bullet proof
And bullet proof.
1 comment:
Tell me about it, mate!
A tell-tale sign of growing up: I am currently obsessed with leading a normal life. Not a boring life, mind you, but the closer to normality, the better.
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