We had a pact at seventeen behind the grocery store, we shook on it like idiots and swore we'd not see thirty-four. Live loud, burn out, leave a decent-looking corpse, be a poster on a bedroom wall, be a story, be a source. And we meant it. That's the thing. We absolutely meant it then. You can't tell a kid he'll want a couch. He does not have the frame of reference. [Pre-Chorus - bass alone] And nobody tells you the deadline moves. Nobody tells you you just — pass it. [Chorus - cold synth swell] Twenty-seven came and went. (went) Nothing happened. (nothing) No dramatic exit, no black-and-white farewell, just a Tuesday and a dentist and a bill in the mail — twenty-seven came and went. (went) Nothing happened. [Verse 2 - fast, clipped] Curtis, Cobain, Winehouse, whoever's on your wall, we made a religion out of people who did not get to grow old at all. Nobody puts up a poster of a man at fifty-two who kept going, kept getting worse at it, and kept on getting through. There's no aesthetic in the follow-through. There's no photo of the part where you're forty and you're fine and it's ordinary and it's hard. [Pre-Chorus] And nobody tells you the deadline moves. Nobody tells you you just — pass it. [Chorus] Twenty-seven came and went. (went) Nothing happened. (nothing) No dramatic exit, no black-and-white farewell, just a Tuesday and a dentist and a bill in the mail — twenty-seven came and went. (went) Nothing happened. [Final Chorus - both voices, sloppy] Twenty-seven came and went. (went) Thirty came and went. (went) And I'm still here in the kitchen at a quarter past nine and the corpse is inconvenient and the couch is fine — twenty-seven came and went. (nothing happened) Nothing happen—
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