Verse 1 The clock’s grown smug,
the mirror’s turned mean I found a gray hair flipping me off inside the sink-like,
“Welcome to the fossils, kid, you’re extinct.” Friends fade
like Polaroids left on a dashboard We used to run wild,
snap bones for the hell of it Now the only thing snapping is my spine
when I reach for the remote- Was I ever bulletproof,
or just too loud to hear the safety click?
I Miss My Dinosaur
Verse 2 Youth is a pyramid scheme, hawking smooth skin
and quick fixes The ads are all for things that leak,
throb, or won’t stay put- I used to shut down the bars, now I’m wired on caffeine by noon
and crashing by four My joints play more percussion than the bands I used to worship I hunt for sleep
like it’s a cold case-no leads,
no closure And nostalgia’s a grifter in a varsity jacket Whispering,
“Hey, remember when you mattered?”
I Miss My Dinosaur
Chorus I miss my dinosaur- That jagged titan I rode through the tar pits Snarling toward thunder,
middle finger toward the ice age Now I’m squinting through screens,
debating with ankles Hating the meteor that hit
and called itself “stability” I want one more riot through the garden One more stomp to rattle the family tree But my dinosaur bolted,
and I’m just the debris
Verse 3 Nobody warns you the radio will turn on you- Suddenly the anthems are selling fabric softener I track time in pill bottles
and forgotten passwords There’s a skeleton of who I was buried under the morning news I scroll the feed
and find the impact crater The second “What if I fall?” beats “Let’s see how high we can get” And my skeleton starts humming a dirge in code
I Miss My Dinosaur
Bridge Don’t tell me “Getting older is a blessing” That’s just glitter on a slow leak Every candle is a distress signal Lighting up regrets
like old parade floats- I’d take a rock from space to the jaw To hear that old beast howl again Without needing a heating pad after
Chorus I miss my dinosaur- That jagged titan I rode through the tar pits Snarling toward thunder,
middle finger toward the ice age Now I’m squinting through screens,
debating with ankles Hating the meteor that hit
and called itself “stability” I want one more riot through the garden One more stomp to rattle the family tree But my dinosaur bolted,
and I’m just the debris
Outro The meteor struck and the tar pits are parking lots But in the quiet itch of 6 AM,
I still feel That predator inside,
clawing for the light- And I almost let it snap,
until my hip says “Nice try, kid, but those days are history.”
I Miss My Dinosaur
I Miss My Dinosaur
I Miss My Dinosaur