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