Eighteen

Maybe I was born to death and sin
Maybe that was bought by crucifixion
Maybe I've been alone since I was fifteen
Maybe I didn't know that you still loved me
Why can't I lay down my pride
The people I chase
The end of the race of my life
All my life
I haven't slept in my house in over a week
My neighbors all hate that I'm loud when
They're trying to sleep
I just wish that love and affection
Was something I had
But I haven't eaten since Friday
And I miss my dad
And maybe I didn't understand at first
And maybe that made the second time
Hurt so much worse



Credits
Writer(s): Keelin Andrew Powell, Noah Riley Neal, Owen Michael Myrick
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