27 Lyrics - Shoot The Moon - Pinhead Gunpowder

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