Still Fighting It Lyrics - Ben Folds

Good morning son 

I am a bird 

Wearing a brown polyester shirt 

You want a coke? 

Maybe some fries? 

The roast beef combo's only nine ninety five 

But it's okay 

You don't have to pay 

I've got all the change 

Everybody knows 

It hurts to grow up 

But everybody does 

It's so weird to be back here 

Let me tell you what 

The years go on and 

We're still fighting it 

And you're so much like me 

I'm sorry 

Good morning son 

Twenty years from now 

Maybe we'll both sit down 

And have a few beers 

And I can tell 

You about today 

And how I picked you up 

And everything changed 

It was pain 

Sunny days and rain 

I knew you'd feel the same things 

Everybody knows 

It hurts to grow up 

But everybody does 

It's so weird to be back here 

Let me tell you what 

The years go on and 

We're still fighting it 

You'll try and try 

And one day you'll fly 

Away from me 

It was pain 

Sunny days and rain 

I knew you'd feel the same things 

Everybody knows 

It hurts to grow up 

But everybody does 

It's so weird to be back here 

Let me tell you what 

The years go on and 

We're still fighting it 

And you're so much like me 

I'm sorry