Eighteen
I didn't go to sleep
Till the morning
Of my birthday
No nightmares or dreams
That I'd be different
On this birthday
My body felt different
Heavy legs, tight shoulders
And I'm still scared
I thought this birthday
Came with confidence
Far from feeling bolder
Hands clammy, I feel colder
Where's the transition
I've been handed
Too much power
It sinks to my stomach
And makes me feel heavy
My mouth goes dry
All sweet things are sour
I still have a curfew
Don't know 'bout independence
But my dad claims me
On his taxes
As a dependent
So I don't have problems
With the rules or regulations
I just keep my
Head down and
Play the humble tenant
I'm eighteen
Yeah, I'm eighteen
Not old enough
To drink
But enough
To be compelled
And I can now try
What as a child
Was withheld
Oh boy, help me out
Which morals
Should be upheld
I'm eighteen
Yeah, I'm eighteen
I live with
Mom and dad
And I can't
Go out alone
I'm eighteen
Yeah, I'm eighteen
Not so little anymore
You should treat me
Like I'm grown
I got a lot to learn
If you know
Some secrets, share
But go easy
On the preaching
Just show me
You really care
Cut the criticism
Don't point fingers
At my chest
Struggling for years
But never cease
To give my best
Up late every night
Asking questions of myself
Can't find any answers
I end up feeling stressed
I get stares in public
Like I broke
Out of a lab
Can't find any empathy
On the hunt
For sympathy
Currently I'm clueless
On the brink
Of making progress
Soon I will be
The fittest
That's an everlasting promise
Just give me some time
And I'll come back
At my strongest
Just be patient
For a little
Let me finish up
My process
I'm eighteen
Yeah, I'm eighteen
Not old enough to drink
But enough
To be compelled
And I can now try
What as a child
Was withheld
Oh boy, help me out
Which morals
Should be upheld
I'm eighteen
Yeah, I'm eighteen
I live with
Mom and dad
And I can't
Go out alone
I'm eighteen
Yeah, I'm eighteen
Not so little anymore
You should treat me
Like I'm grown
I'm eighteen
Yeah, I'm eighteen
Not old enough
To drink
But enough
To be compelled
I'm eighteen
Yeah, I'm eighteen
Oh boy, help me out
Which morals
Should be upheld
I'm eighteen
Yeah, I'm eighteen
I'm eighteen
Yeah, I'm eighteen
I'm eighteen
Yeah, I'm eighteen
I'm eighteen
Yeah, I'm eighteen
Not so little anymore
You should treat me
Like I'm grown
Till the morning
Of my birthday
No nightmares or dreams
That I'd be different
On this birthday
My body felt different
Heavy legs, tight shoulders
And I'm still scared
I thought this birthday
Came with confidence
Far from feeling bolder
Hands clammy, I feel colder
Where's the transition
I've been handed
Too much power
It sinks to my stomach
And makes me feel heavy
My mouth goes dry
All sweet things are sour
I still have a curfew
Don't know 'bout independence
But my dad claims me
On his taxes
As a dependent
So I don't have problems
With the rules or regulations
I just keep my
Head down and
Play the humble tenant
I'm eighteen
Yeah, I'm eighteen
Not old enough
To drink
But enough
To be compelled
And I can now try
What as a child
Was withheld
Oh boy, help me out
Which morals
Should be upheld
I'm eighteen
Yeah, I'm eighteen
I live with
Mom and dad
And I can't
Go out alone
I'm eighteen
Yeah, I'm eighteen
Not so little anymore
You should treat me
Like I'm grown
I got a lot to learn
If you know
Some secrets, share
But go easy
On the preaching
Just show me
You really care
Cut the criticism
Don't point fingers
At my chest
Struggling for years
But never cease
To give my best
Up late every night
Asking questions of myself
Can't find any answers
I end up feeling stressed
I get stares in public
Like I broke
Out of a lab
Can't find any empathy
On the hunt
For sympathy
Currently I'm clueless
On the brink
Of making progress
Soon I will be
The fittest
That's an everlasting promise
Just give me some time
And I'll come back
At my strongest
Just be patient
For a little
Let me finish up
My process
I'm eighteen
Yeah, I'm eighteen
Not old enough to drink
But enough
To be compelled
And I can now try
What as a child
Was withheld
Oh boy, help me out
Which morals
Should be upheld
I'm eighteen
Yeah, I'm eighteen
I live with
Mom and dad
And I can't
Go out alone
I'm eighteen
Yeah, I'm eighteen
Not so little anymore
You should treat me
Like I'm grown
I'm eighteen
Yeah, I'm eighteen
Not old enough
To drink
But enough
To be compelled
I'm eighteen
Yeah, I'm eighteen
Oh boy, help me out
Which morals
Should be upheld
I'm eighteen
Yeah, I'm eighteen
I'm eighteen
Yeah, I'm eighteen
I'm eighteen
Yeah, I'm eighteen
I'm eighteen
Yeah, I'm eighteen
Not so little anymore
You should treat me
Like I'm grown
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Writer(s): Grace Mills
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