18 (Acoustic)

Eighteen crept up on me and tapped me on the shoulder
She laughed, "blow out your candles, now you're one year older"
In truth, I romanticized seventeen
To spend it inside, no Dancing Queen
For me, for me, for me
So I've been frozen at sixteen for a while
Got the same driver's-license-photo fake smile
I hate driving on highways
But I did it anyway just last week
For me, for me, for me

I've been crying alone to all the sad tunes
Driving down old roads, singing out "fuck you"
The world hit a new low, can't hear more bad news
Now I'm changing the tone, packing up my whole room
Dancing along while forgetting 'bout you
I don't need old ghosts, and I don't need bad friends
It's a coming of age
I'm beginning to mend
Mend, mend

Deep-seated fear of new, I liked who I was
Ha!
I'll tell you what, it's laughable to look back on
Thought that I'd hit my peak
Oh god, that's sad
At sixteen? Not for me
For me, for me, for me

I've been crying alone to all the sad tunes
Driving down old roads, singing out "fuck you"
The world hit a new low, can't hear more bad news
Now I'm changing the tone, packing up my whole room
Dancing along while forgetting 'bout you
I don't need old ghosts, and I don't need bad friends
It's a coming of age
I'm beginning to mend
Mend, mend
Mend, mend, mend

Here there's not much more to do than just take a drive
Rolling down the windows, never felt more alive
Turning down what could be
Driving past these broken streets
I'm beginning to mend into me
I'm beginning to mend into me