The more I look around, I feel like I'm getting old. There's more hair on my face, my body aches more at the end of the week, and I'm trying to buy a place to live. 
I'm not even gonna start looking for grey hairs to start growing out in my beard, cause I don't want to admit that time is passing on me. Every day is just another grains of sand in the hourglass of my life tumbling to the bottom, and nobody can turn it upside down and give me more time. This is it. This is all I have. I just hope I'm not a disappointment to you, like I thought I always would be (Whatever the fuck that means, it just sounded good, so I went with it). Um...kiss kiss 
I'm not even gonna start looking for grey hairs to start growing out in my beard, cause I don't want to admit that time is passing on me. Every day is just another grains of sand in the hourglass of my life tumbling to the bottom, and nobody can turn it upside down and give me more time. This is it. This is all I have. I just hope I'm not a disappointment to you, like I thought I always would be (Whatever the fuck that means, it just sounded good, so I went with it). Um...kiss kiss
These are the days of our lives. *cue cheesy music*