Getting Older Lyrics

When I was a child, I died in your arms
And I thought I'd be happy when I fall apart
I read the books I was given, dreamt of movies and stars
I craved physical connection without biblical scars

When I was a child, I loved to pretend the men that looked at my body loved the way I dressed
I never fucked someone over, without fucking their friends
I love the way I'm unhappy, wear it right on my bare chest, but

I want more than my head on my shoulders
Brains spilled on the floor
Without goals, I feel myself getting coldеr, hate getting older

And whеn I retire, I'll think back to when I had a feeling that somehow I'd make it through to the end
Did I leave it on the table? Dance my dance, Fred Astaire
If I can make it to fifty, I might be happier, babe (Oh, Baby)

I want more than my head on my shoulders
Brains spilled on the floor
Without goals, I feel myself getting colder, hate getting older
I hate getting older

I want more than my head on my shoulders
Brains spilled on the floor
Without goals, I feel myself getting colder
I'm in love with the thought of it