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 hang onto my sheets during storms

In my bed I'm 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 stayed at my mother's home

Are we gonna know what it's like to be blind?

'Cause June the third is

Coming closer and I'm

Nowhere near closure