When I’m old and I’m drinking wine
I’ll throw some caution ‘tween these burgundy lines.
For now I’ll grab a coffee just to catch your eye,
read too much into your employee smile.
But I’m not sayin’ I’m the man for you.
I’m just a kid who’s fallin’ for you.
The champagne of beers in the new year
is all that I could get.
Wanted water for an hour,
but fell asleep instead.
My ankles creak and crack a bit
when early I awake,
walk down a college street to kill a coffee,
smoke a cig, and see your face.
I’m drinkin’ Mr. Pibb
outside of my old public school,
chasin’ a little dizzy drunk
to feel a little dizzy cool.
I’m taping down some flyers
on the sidewalk by the show.
I’m clumsy in the wind
when I tell you you should go.
Well I’m not sayin’ I’m the man for you,
and there’s so many things I’d like to say to you,
but I’m just a kid who’s fallin’ for you.
