All the young women
Too young for me
All the wars to fight
Too old to fight them
In the limbo of post middle age
Not quite the punk I used to be
Sitting alone on a bar stool
Waiting for the end
Never thought it'd come so peaceful
Always thought it'd be with a friend

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