Bear

There's a bear inside your stomach
 A cub's been kicking from within
 He's loud though without vocal cords
 We'll put an end to him
 We'll make all the right appointments
 No one ever has to know
 And then tomorrow I'll turn 21
 We'll script another show
 We'll play charades up in the Chelsea
 Drink champagne, although you shouldn't be
 We'll be blind and dumb until we fall asleep
 None of our friends will come
 They dodge our calls
 And they have for quite awhile now
 It's not a shock, you don't seem to mind
 And I just can't see how
 We're too old
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 We're not old at all
 Just too old
 We're not old at all
 There's a bear inside your stomach
 A cub's been kicking you for weeks
 And if this isn't all a dream
 Well, then we'll cut him from beneath
 Well, we're not scared of making caves
 Or finding food for him to eat
 We're terrified of one another
 And terrified of what that means
 But we'll make only quick decisions
 And you'll just keep me in the waiting room
 And all the while I'll know we're fucked
 And not getting un-fucked soon
 When we get home we're bigger strangers
 Than we've ever been before
 You sit in front of snowy television
 Suitcase on the floor
 We're too old
 We're not old at all
 Just too old
 We're not old at all
 Just too old
 We're not old at all
 Just too old
 We're not old at all
 Just too old
 We're not old at all
 Just too old
 We're not old at all