14 to 41   Start blind, end up dumb   You're 16, you're 23, you're 32, you're 41   Gonna leave it all behind   and not say sorry   Yea, you are always right   So why worry   You learn to steal and lie to friends, you trust no one   My Birthday's comin' around again   I'm waiting for the bell to ring, I'm always older   Pressures and folds of fat and lipstick-stained calendars   hide under marriage porcelain   that I'm falling over   My birthday, my Birthday   my worst day   My Birthday's comin around again   14 to 41   Start blind, end up dumb   You're 16, you're 23, you're 32, you're 41   You're all those things   and then you're none   You're through all that   you've just begun