Montezuma - Fleet Foxes

So now I am older

Than my mother and father

When they had their daughter

Now what does that say about me?

Oh, how could I dream of

Such a selfless and true love

Could I wash my hands of

Just looking out for me

Oh man, what I used to be

Oh man, oh my, oh me

Oh man, what I used to be

Oh man, oh my, oh me

In dearth or in excess

Both the slave and the empress

Will return to the dirt, I guess

Naked as when they came

I wonder if I’ll see

Any faces above me

Or just cracks in the ceiling

Nobody else to blame

Oh man, what I used to be

Oh man, oh my, oh me

Oh man, what I used to be

Oh man, oh my, oh me

Gold teeth and gold jewelry

Every piece of your dowry

Throw them into the tomb with me

Bury them with my name

Unless I have someday

Ran my wandering mind away

Oh man, what I used to be

Montezuma to Tripoli

Oh man, oh my, oh me