You lay me back into the chair The porcelain caught on my neck The smell of perfume and cigarettes Your skin touching my face Comfort and guilt Comfort and guilt All of my life My face staring back at me I never believed age-ist defeat Finding the comfort to close my eyes Water lulls me to sleep Silly for thinking that this is wrong Guilty for thinking at all Comfort and guilt Comfort and guilt Your arms hold fate Will you be trustworthy? I never believed in age-ist defeat