Eighteen Songtext / Lyric

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