What are you, like forty now?
Still no time to settle down
I hear that, I'm not settled either
Pushin' thirty, thought I'd be there
Still kinda wish I could trade for your career
But I know I still have to be patient and prepare
My brain my heart my soul are still confused
They still want to learn from men like you
Sure it's just a waiting game
But I'd like to have it all the same
You set fire to my standards
And I keep coming back like a moth to a flame
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