Aside from growing old
I have no pennies in bottles
Ahh, aside from growing old

And I don't mind, cleaning up the mug museum
If I know what's nice, I won't even tell myself
I know it doesn't feel like nothing
I know it doesn't feel like nothing
Anymore, anymore

What's the hubbub? I'm losing my mind
And running from people
What's the measure of a passing time?
I'm, I'm running from people
Deep-seated inconsequence
Still running from people
Shaking hands like a monument
I'm, I'm running from people, ah

And I don't mind, cleaning up the mug museum
If I know what's nice, I won't even tell myself
I know it doesn't feel like nothing
I know it doesn't feel like nothing
Anymore, anymore

What's the hubbub? I'm losing my mind
And running from people
What's the measure of a passing time
I'm, I'm running from people
Deep-seated inconsequence
Still running from people
Shaking hands like a monument
I'm, I'm running from people, ah
La la la la la la la nothing
Anymore, anymore