Eighteen

On day one, I was looking through my pockets for the key
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 move too slow

These days I've gone in the sand, in the shame
I'm eighteen today, what a mess I have made



Credits
Writer(s): Michael Rene Liot, Fabienne Claire Debarre, William Jean Serfass
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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