There's a bear inside your stomach
A cub's been kicking from within
He's loud, though with vocal cords
We'll put an end to him

We'll make all the right appointments
No one ever has to know,
And then tomorrow I'll turn twenty-one
We'll script another show

We'll play charades up in the chelsea
Drink champagne, although you shouldn't be
We'll be blind and dumb
Until we fall asleep

None of our friends will come, they dodge our calls
And they have for quite a while now
It's not a shock, you don't seem to mind
And I just can't see how

We're too old
We're not old at all
Just too old
We're not old at all

There's a bear inside your stomach
A cub's been kicking you for weeks
And if this isn't all a dream
Well, then we'll cut him from beneath

Well, we're not scared of making caves
Or finding food for him to eat
We're terrified of one another
Terrified of what that means

But we'll make only quick decisions
And you'll just keep me in the waiting room
And all the while I'll know we're fucked
And not getting un-fucked soon

When we get home we're bigger strangers
Than we've ever been before
You sit in front of snowy television
Suitcase on the floor

We're too old
We're not old at all
Just too old
We're not old at all

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