27

I'm not seventeenAnd going on nowhere fastA decade lost in the East Bay fog

Birthday cards thrown in the trashLast years' calendarOn the wall, collecting dust

My friends say to tear it downBut instead I'll leave it upAnd now I'm 27When I turn 28Driving to the 7-11Will I end up losing faithOn expiration dates

Promises decayedNew Years resolutions soldTo the bums out on the streetWhat was it all worth?

And was it worth the while

Lost and found and ten years downAnd torched it to the groundWill I still stand in lineWhen I turn 29?

But now I'll take a number

And it reads 27