Text: Sleater Kinney. Don't Talk Like.

Don't talk like, like you're nineteen
You're thirty-five
If you're a day
Don't act like like you're nineteen
Everyone is waiting

Haven't I done enough this time?
Haven't I done enough today?

"Don't stop here", she said
Don't say that
A part of me is dead
Numb just like a fallen limb
Like what you've left behind

There's a part of me
That works just like a child
There's a part of me
That's you