It's christmas eve
I'm waiting for santa to stuff up the tree
Wondering if it'll be the last time I see
A present for me
'Cause this year I'll be
Heading back from university
And he will know I'm not a kid anymore
It sucks to grow old
Last year I was scared of being lonely
Now I've dug my own grave
Skyscrapers and billboards are dazzling me slowly
I am running out of space
I used to like Rapunzel
'Cause i wondered when will my life begin
Now I am scared to fly
No, I won't lie
And if I could see my thirteen year old self
She would spit on me
Be like: how come you're not excited?
Who's going to tell her that
Last year I was scared of not blending in
Now I've dug my own grave
Skyscrapers and billboards are drowning me slowly
I am running out of space
Space
Space
I hold onto a life
I once complained about
I was so sure
But now i'm drained with dozens of doubts
And how am I supposed to know
What I wanna be when I'm sixteen years old?
Plan a life in its entire
Just for then it not being enough
Last year I was scared of not choosing wisely
Now I've dug my own grave
Skyscrapers and billboards are killing me slowly
I am running out of space