Grown Ups

I wanted to tell you
I wanted to see you
I wanted to stay
So many theories
Theories 'bout dying and running away
I tried to believe in something that's bigger
Much bigger than me
But I've got my theories
Theories 'bout living and who I should be

I won't look away
I won't be afraid

I'm up too late
All the grown ups are driving
Straight to their graves
Gotta punch in by seven

I wrote some sad songs
Songs about girlfriends and brothers I knew
Some turned out alright
But I wasn't alright and neither were you
But since that apartment
The one where we laid down and slept on the floor
I know when I need you
I don't have to wonder and there's no before

I won't look away
I won't be afraid

I'm up too late
All the grown ups are driving
Straight to their graves
Gotta punch in by seven

I'm up too late
All the grown ups are driving
Straight to their graves
Gotta punch in by seven
I'll go, you stay
But we're both going nowhere
We dug our graves
Gotta punch in by seven



Credits
Writer(s): Nicholas Cory Young
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