I'm not seventeen       And going on nowhere fast       A decade lost in the East Bay fog    Birthday cards thrown in the trash          Last years' calendar       On the wall, collecting dust    My friends say to tear it down             But instead I'll leave it up          And now I'm 27       When I turn 28       Driving to the 7-11       Will I end up losing faith             On expiration dates    Promises decayed       New Years resolutions sold       To the bums out on the street          What was it all worth?    And was it worth the while    Lost and found and ten years down             And torched it to the ground             Will I still stand in line          When I turn 29?    But now I'll take a number    And it reads 27