I try to push it right down, it finds its way right back to me
The arrows lead me in the right direction
And it's dark and glossy
My reflection's staring back at me
I'm at a loss
I'm stuck at forty
It's almost an impossibilty, so why try?
I can't help but watch them laugh at me
I can't get them to fall down for me
It's these failures I can never make up
So maybe I need those bumpers
Yeah, I know I need much more than that
Oh god, I'm sick and tired of getting sh**
My shoes are old and greasy
My reflection's staring back at me
I'm at a loss
I'm stuck at forty