Pinhead Gunpowder - 27 lyrics

I'm not seventeen and going on nowhere fast
A decade lost in the East Bay fog
Birthday cards thrown in the trash
Last year's calendar
On the wall, collecting dust
My friends, they say to tear it down
But instead I'll leave it up

And now I'm twenty-seven
Driving to the 7-Eleven
Well, when I'm twenty-eight
Will I end up losing faith?

Promises decayed on expiration dates
New Year's 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

Oh, will I stand in line
When I turn twenty-nine?
So now I'll take a number
And it reads twenty-seven