93

Wake up, where the fuck you been
Mess up everytime I win
Give up, just to let you in
Afraid of wrinkling my skin
Wrinkling my skin

I kiss everyone I meet
I wish I was on my feet
But I won’t be till 93
I’ll be the one to make it out
Wound in salt
I'm honest to a fault

Oh, I’ll be
The one to make it out
Wound in salt
I'm honest to a fault

I want everyone I know
To see just how far I’ll go
I wish I could just get out
But I won’t just get off the couch

I kiss everyone I meet
To show just how much I mean
I wish I was on my feet
But I won’t be till 93

Be till 93
Be till 93