[Pop punk anthem with fast, punchy drums, distorted palm-muted guitars, and snotty dual male vocals (one nasal and sarcastic, one deeper and melodic). Fun, nostalgic, and rebellious vibe with lyrics about growing up but refusing to grow old. Include catchy, shoutable choruses, energetic tempo (around 170 BPM), and a bridge with a halftime breakdown. Think suburban skatepark vibes, power chords, and a touch of emotional edge beneath the humor. [Final Master] [Verse 1] Skate shoes on, but my knees say no Hungover from a drink I had three nights ago I still blast tunes like I’m seventeen But now I pay rent and I ice my spleen Called my friend—he’s got two kids now He used to stage dive, now he just says “wow” I miss the mall and the Taco Bell fights Now I stretch before bed and avoid strobe lights [Pre-Chorus] I still feel young when the speakers blow But I creak like hell when I stand too slow [Chorus] I’m too old for that, but I miss it bad Late-night dares and the fights I had Now my back’s gone rogue and my hangover’s sad But I’d still moshlift with a spine that’s mad Yeah, I’m too old for that— But I’ll never grow up, and I’m proud of that [Verse 2] Used to rage till the cops rolled in Now I’m stoked when the laundry’s in Used to crash on a stranger’s floor Now I check reviews before I book a tour I still scream every line of Enema Even if my hip screams back in trauma Tried to ollie once just for the thrill— Now my ankle’s fat and I’m swallowing pills [Pre-Chorus] I wear black jeans with a dad bod fit And I yell at kids who skate like sh— [Chorus] I’m too old for that, but I miss it bad The late-night jokes and the bands we had Now I stretch before shows and I ice my pads But I’d still dive in if the crowd goes mad Yeah, I’m too old for that— But I’ll die with a mohawk and a backstage pass [Bridge – breakdown, halftime] So here’s to the freaks who never grew straight To the scars we earned and the friends we ate To the band shirts faded and the dumb tattoos— We may be old, but we’ll never lose [Final Chorus – double tempo] I’m too old for that, but I still won’t quit Give me one more tour, one more pit Now I scream with my kids and I teach ‘em to spit Yeah, I’m grown-up trash and I’m proud of it Too old for that— But I’ll never outgrow where my heart still sits [Outro – spoken, sarcastic tone] I got work at 9... but I’ll still jump off this amp.
