Wrinkles, tributaries like denial,
picture friends around your smile,
reminds me that it's been a while,
and your wrinkles, demonstration of the weather
and indication of the pressure,
we see you try to make them better,
reminds me that it's been forever, forever, forever, forever
Wrinkles, forming like a Grand canyon,
best friend and we didn't even plan it.
These lines reaching in the future,
your skin soon will turn into ya
I'm a song that will become a father hoping to grandfather wearing Wrinkles
You know I hoped I could escape it
So I moved into the city
where I thought it couldn't find me
But I came back, to see the difference to them faces
found I couldn't hurt from changes
Now I know I can't erase this soul,
be like this forever, forever, forever, forever
These lines reaching in the future,
your skin soon will turn into ya
I'm a song that will become a father hoping to grandfather wearing Wrinkles
