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
  Driving to the 7-11
  When I turn 28
  Will I end up losing faith
    Promises decayed
  On expiration dates
  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