yes, I know where you've been and I don't feel sorry for you 
I got out of that hole and I know you can do the same 

my bones are old so are the stories I've told 
I know my words have no effect on you 
what are we waiting for? 
this time is not enough 
what are we waiting for? 
I know I'm not enough 
but we're not getting any [bad word] younger 
so take my hand 
our days are old and numbered and they're [bad word] 
(my friends are [bad word]  
but we do the best we can 

we're not young anymore 
we all know we die