Eighteen

Don't wanna be eighteen with responsibilities

Sometimes I get scared of growing up

Entering a world with broken dreams

Sometimes I get scared and throw it all up

And June the third is

Coming closer and I'm

Nowhere near closure

Don't wanna be eighteen when I can't ride a bike

Still hide under my sheets during storms

In my bed at ten, but I can't shut my eyes

I still wish I wore a school uniform

And June the third is

Coming closer and I'm

Nowhere near closure

Don't wanna be eighteen with a messy room

Still wonder what lingers under my bed at night

Kinda wish I'd stayed in my mother's womb

Only then I'll know what it's like to be blind

'Cause June the third is

Coming closer and I'm

Nowhere near closure