Tt gets over when you're old and grey and you throw the things nThat meant a lot in cardboard boxes nStoically stained with liquor marks and secret names nYou can see yourself disappointed for the rest of your life nIn the quicksand out in brooklyn nThere's a kid on your street and he looks a lot like me nThere are guns for the pain, there are drugs, there are bars nAnd in between the scars, you can refrain from breathing in nIt's in vogue among your friends nYou can see yourself disappointed for the rest of your life