[Verse 1] They said I’m ancient, but I still move quick. Clock keeps leaning, won’t tell me the trick. [Pre-Chorus] Echoes on the sidewalk, fingers on the glass— time slips sideways, never seems to pass. [Chorus] Apparently old, but the mirror’s still bold. Apparently tired, but the fire won’t fold. [Verse 2] Shadows in daylight, letters half-torn. Everyone’s waiting, I’m already worn. [Bridge] Static in the wires, heartbeat on repeat— I play like a record that skips in the heat. [Chorus] (repeat/variation) Apparently old, but I’m breaking the mold. Apparently faded, but I won’t be sold.