Growing Old

This grown up stuff gets more complex than the super ego and the id We never have much time for sex I don't know how we ever did Full time schedules Traffic is always hell No matter how much we scream and yell We are running on fumes and the mirror tells I'm at my wits end, I live for the weekends Wake up late, drink some tea I turn off our phones I pray no one wakes me I don't want t.v. I don't want food to eat. I just want to sleep