If I get old, I will not give in.
But if I do, remind me of this.
Remind me that, once I was free.
Once I was cool, once I was me.
And if I sat down and crossed my arms.
Hold me until, this song.
Knock me out, smash out my brains.
If I take the chair, and start to talk shit.
If I get old, remind me of this.
That night we kissed and I really meant it.
Whatever happens, if we're still speaking.
Pick up the phone, play me this song.