"Still Fighting It" by Ben Folds

Good morning son
I am a bird
Wearing a brown polyester shirt
You want a coke?
Maybe some fries?
The roast beef combo's only nine ninety five
But it's okay
You don't have to pay
I've got all the change 

Everybody knows
It hurts to grow up
But everybody does
It's so weird to be back here
Let me tell you what
The years go on and
We're still fighting it
And you're so much like me
I'm sorry 

Good morning son
Twenty years from now
Maybe we'll both sit down
And have a few beers
And I can tell
You about today
And how I picked you up
And everything changed
It was pain
Sunny days and rain
I knew you'd feel the same things 

Everybody knows
 
It sucks to grow up
And everybody does
And it's so weird to be back here
Let me tell you what
The years go on and
We're still fighting it 

You'll try and try
And one day you'll fly
Away from me 

It was pain
Sunny days and rain
I knew you'd feel the same things 

Everybody knows
It hurts to grow up
And everybody does
And it's so weird to be back here
Let me tell you what
The years go on and
We're still fighting it
And you're so much like me
I'm sorry