Old Stomping Grounds

This is what it's like to be so removed
From the age of people surrounding you...
You drink the same beer, the same plastic cups
You smoke the same things you've always lit up,
But something is wrong, it just not the same
You're in a crowd and they don't know your name...
The stories you thought would always live on
In just a few years have dwindled and gone...
The faces are different, the names are too
And you realize they aren't... That it's you...
You try to fit in but it's a mistake
For you know they'll find you to be a fake
And in the end, if the whole truth be told,
You're just reminded that you're so damned old..