"Old Man's Knees" lyrics

You sigh, repeat yourself
Sorry I'm no good at taking orders
I'm stubborn to the core
Although I'm just a weed, let me grow
You'll hate the words on which I choke
So block out all these dulcet tones
And stoke the flames that dance neath my toes
Keep me warm and singe all my clothes

Shut the curtains hold me close
Strip me of my comfort prose
Ignore the shaking of my bones
Breathe life into both my barren lungs

Old man's knees at seventeen
Limped through my adolescence
Why did the keyhole surgery
Have to be another complication?
I wake violently
With traffic in my head
Argue silently
With the demons in my bed

Shut the curtains hold me close
Strip me of my comfort prose
Ignore the shaking of my bones
Breathe life into both my barren lungs