Too Many Years Old - Emily Rose

I met a man who said he was too many years old

Keeps a bullet in his pocket but the shell on his tongue

'Cause he lost his sailboat to the sea

So I put my pleasure seeking pants in the hamper again

And I took myself to the library

Took about an hour and a half to read a paragraph

'Cause I lost my sailboat, to the sea

I can’t tell the difference between lonely and alone

I’m real good at making love but I’m bad at letting love make me a home

Make me a home

The word consumed the meaning till the meaning lost it’s root and set a fire to

each letter casting down a laundry shoot

I’m not a bread making, joy faking, seedless fruit

Maybe an average monkey in a human suit

I’ll fucking shoot all the clocks in this house

I’ll fucking smash all the mirrors on your property

I’m just here for the party

I’m not her to make you believe

In something I can’t even see

I can’t tell the difference between lonely and alone

I’m real good at making love but I’m bad at letting love make me a home

Make me a home

I can’t tell the difference between lonely and alone

I’m real good at making love but I’m bad at letting love make me a home

Make me a home