Me In 20 Years

Hey, after all these years
I’m still here, fingers outstretched
With your imprint in my bed
Will love let me down again? Oh no
No it won’t get in
I’m left wonderin’ if it’s written on my urn
I wonder how I’ll sleep at night
And nothing left to hold but pride, will I
Hold out for more time?
Hey, me in twenty years
Does your milk still turn to rot too soon?
Do you still hoard souvenirs?
And make them mirrors of sentimental veneer?
I wonder how I’ll sleep at night
And nothing left to hold but pride, will I
Hold out
And I wonder how I’ll sleep at night
And nothing left to hold but pride of mine
Is it laced within my DNA
To be braced in endless January
Have I become the cavity I feared?
Ask me in twenty years