There's a song I knew in the seventh grade
I didn't know I still knew all the words
Screaming like a stadium show
In the back of your mom's old car
In the parking garage we all learned
Driving real fast while the sun sets west
Burning this permanent into the back of my mind
The windows rolled down the music playing loud and I think
What a time to be alive
Freshly nineteen
I don't know how to be
Show me how to be all grown up
This is what the movies are about
I'm finding out
How to show up
A blind-leading-blind game
I'll try out a new name
Make a list of all the new things I miss
A love language of music
A young feeling of stupid
I'm so conscious of how normal this is
I'm in the center back seat and it's finally my turn
I queue up a song from my fall junior year
I'm better than I was and we're better than we were
And I've better accepted that the future stays unclear
I'm riding summer's high, I'm remembering a time
I would spend all day searching for the perfect tree to climb
I would sit up at the top
The whole world seemed to stop and I'd think
What a time to be alive
Freshly nineteen
I don't know how to be
Show me how to be all grown up
This is what the movies are about
I'm finding out
How to show up
A blind-leading-blind game
I'll try out a new name
Make a list of all the new things I miss
A love language of music
A young feeling of stupid
I'm so conscious of how normal this is
I'm so conscious of how normal this is