paroles de chanson 14-41 (Prom-Style) + Thoughts = Bonus! - Jonah Matranga

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