Sixteen from Cityhands by Cityhands

When I’m 16, I’ll wear a halo around my head and pair of dark blue jeans. When I’m 16, I’ll wear my hair up in spikes like the guys in the magazines I read. When I’m 16, I’ll travel across the entire land. When I’m 16, I’ll be holding a guitar like I held my mother’s hand. But now I’m 24 and eight years have gone by and I’ve seen it all before, and I know. When I’m old and I’ve had some time to make peace with myself and I’ve told some decent lies that brought smiles to your face, then I’ll sing these songs again. When I’m 17, I’ll drive a big old car and have a nasty streak. When I’m 17, I’ll be the saddest songwriter in the punk rock scene. When I’m 17, I’ll stay out with my friends and I’ll wander aimlessly. When I’m 17, I’ll smash bottles on my head and I’ll dodge the police. But now I’m an old man that stays at home on a Saturday night. And I only have 3 dollars and 83 cents but it will be alright, if you hold my hand and tell me that you love me tonight. When I’m 18, I’ll have my life figured out and my hair dyed green. When I’m 18, I’ll have political statements on the back of my jeep. When I’m 18, I’ll fall in love with a girl who’s got a big tattoo. When I’m 18, I’ll fall in love a woman that don’t wear any shoes. But now I’m 24 with some gin on my breath, can you spare a little more? Because I’ve been drinking away these simple songs in my brain and I can’t help believing I’m two steps from insane, but I’ve got you in my life and I don’t want to be a kid again.

• Acoustic
• acoustic porch songs
• alt-country
• folk punk
• pittsburgh punk
• singer-songwriter
• Pittsburgh