(I guess growing up is jumping off the deep end)
Body screaming
Foreign language
Under cover masturbating
Bedroom that your parents painted blue
Awkward discos
Awkward feelings
People say you're stupid dreaming
No one really thinks the way you do
It's hard at seventeen
All my friends are at the beach
Drinking wine and getting high
For the first time
I thought I'd go to hell
If I kissed him by the bells
But I swear that I saw god
In his blue eyes
Cause I,
I was just a flower scared to bloom
It's funny and it's strange
It's pleasure and it's pain
It's coming of age
Filling someone else's pockets
Paying off that wanker's mortgage
For a bedroom that I barely even use
And all my friends are having babies
Wedding season drives me crazy
Can't afford to rent a f*cking suit
Yeah it's hard at twenty-three
I've still got no money
To drink wine and get high
On the weekend
So you sit and reminisce
Over everyone you've kissed
I guess growing up is jumping off the deep end
And I'm still a little flower scared to bloom
It's funny and it's strange
It's pleasure and it's pain
It's coming of age
Take me back to seventeen
All my friends are at the beach
Drinking wine and getting high
For the first time
No, I didn't go to hell
Least as far as I can tell
Yeah you can kiss him if you wanna
Babe, it's alright
Cause I will always be a flower scared to bloom
It's funny and it's strange
It's pleasure and it's pain
It's coming of age