Old?

She thinks I'm old.
Maybe she's bold?
I'd say I'm pretty old.
Yeah. I'm the old gold.

She thinks she's young.
Maybe she isn't young?
Daughter would say she's pretty old.
Yeah. She'd say, you're old gold.

She says what I like is shit.
Maybe it is shit?
I'd say my stuff is the shit.
Yeah. My stuff is the shit!

She misunderstood what makes old.
Maybe we're both the old gold?
Some would say we're too young.
Yeah. We're definitely young.

So are we old, or are we young?
Who must we trust to decide?
Who's to say if we are young?
I think it's about what's inside.