Eighteen

On day one I was looking trough my pockets for the keys On day two there I found them hanging quietly from the door You said you'd get used to situations like this But i know it's a sign that I'm not ready for this song This naked wall is a trap, is a trap It's wearing me out like a name on a tag On day three you were standing in the doorway with a smile On day four there I lost you but you were running down the hall I said I just want to be alone for a while But you know it's all because I always blow to flow These years I've gone in the sand in the shame I'm eighteen today what a mess I have made