Just Like Old Times

I think it's ready by now

By now the room is full of steam

Unwanted, wrinkled for now

Holding sinking ships against fingertips

And there's a prehistoric carnivore

Lives on only in these rubber toys

You close your eyes to fill up an empty tub

You're too old for this, little boy

Then why are you still here

You're wasting time

You'll be late for your own life

So why don't you put on a tie and go get a job

It's right over left

Right back over and through

All tied until the air stops holding you

If the moon won't fit anymore

It doesn't mean I quit

Too old for this