Aging - Miya Folick

Picture us talking

Hallway of your first apartment

You were still wearing the jacket

You’d later lose at the fair

I was nervous

Picked at the paint in the drywall

You said you loved California

Though you’d never been there

You are fading

Quickly inside of my memory

You were a younger man

Now you are old

Remember the man

Who sold us the scarves on the sidewalk

He said it looked like I like you

And that is more sacred than love

Last time I saw you

Smoking the last of your cigarettes

Talking too much about dying

Pretending that you were not scared

You are aging

Quickly inside of my memory

You were a younger man

Now you are old

Old

Not growing, only aging

Confuse ambition with impatience

You won’t start from the bottom, you only want the top

You think you’re better than them, you think you’re the cream of the crop

Not growing, only aging

Confuse ambition with impatience

You are aging

Quickly inside of my memory, yeah

You were a younger man

Now you’re old, you’re old, you’re old, you’re old

You’re old

Not growing, only aging

Confuse ambition with impatience

You won’t start from the bottom, you only want the top

You think you’re better than them, you think you’re the cream of the crop

Not growing, only aging

Confuse ambition with impatience

You are aging

Quickly inside of my memory