When The Mirror Starts To Tell You

Used to pull all-nighters

Now I’m out by ten

Laughing at the thought of

Doing that again

Knees sound like old floorboards

Every time I stand

Still I dance in the kitchen

Holding your hand

That’s when you know you’re getting too old

When the stories start out “back then” more than “tomorrow”

When the songs you loved are called “so retro”

But you sing every word like they’re carved in gold

That’s when you know you’re getting too old

But it feels kinda rich

Feels kinda right

Growing into all these lines

On your face that you never chose

That’s when you know you’re getting too old

Names slip through my fingers

Like water from a glass

Walk into a room and

Forget why I passed

Kids roll their eyes at me

When I check my phone

But they still call at midnight

When they feel alone

That’s when you know you’re getting too old

When the parties look loud

And your couch looks holy

When your heart aches more for other people’s worries

And you’d trade one night for a hand to hold

That’s when you know you’re getting too old

But it feels kinda rich

Feels kinda right

Like I finally earned the quiet

In the middle of my bones

That’s when you know you’re getting too old

I don’t run like I used to (hey!)

But I don’t run from myself

Every scar

Every failure

Looks softer on the shelf

If this is what “too old” is

Let the years roll in

I’ll be here in the doorway

Saying “come on in”

That’s when you know you’re getting too old

When the fear of the dark turns to love of the sunrise

When you measure a day by the tears in their bright eyes

And the hugs that you won’t let go

That’s when you know you’re getting too old

But it feels kinda rich

Feels kinda bright

Like a second little childhood

With a wiser kind of glow

That’s when you know you’re getting too old