Mauve Frame

The knots in my neck tangle over time
In a lanky tomb ceaselessly mine
In my back discs shift and slide
It cracks me up it snaps my spine
I got time to change my mind

I know I'm feeling old

All I saw was the mauve frame
It all looked burnt orange to me
I'm sorry, it's not funny
A world so colorful yet so boring

I know I'm feeling old

I'm out of time to change my mind

I know I'm feeling old