You're only as old as the company you keep You only feel tall because it's such a low ceiling Bottom feeder getting too big for its pond If your nose were any higher you'd be smelling god You did something once But those days are through Now you just twiddle your thumbs Contemplating your next big move You've got the head of a politician And a sloth's ambition It's just the no one understands Glutton for sentiment They'll be sorry when you're dead You're the poet laureate of neverland You tried growing up but it just wasn't for you Practically drowning in the fountain of youth You have everything that you could ever want You don't have to reminisce when you never move on You did something once But it took all your energy Now you just twiddle your thumbs And nurture one-sided rivalries You've got the head of a politician And a sloth's ambition It's just that no one understands Glutton for sentiment They'll be sorry when you're dead One day they'll build a monument To the poet laureate of neverland