Growing Up

A first-name basis with a toothbrush in my mouth
If I brought a ladder could I maybe eat your heart out
I'll climb your ribs and make a home in them
Woah

I'm a bit much but at least you know I mean well
And if I pray enough then maybe I can avoid hell
Due to my past
I knew it wouldn't last
So with limited time
You make it a blast

And if my heart broke from running too fast
Would you sign your name all over my cast
And I took all my stuff
So don't say I wasn't kind enough
And I wonder if this is growing up

Other couples they have seashells from the beach
They have photo booth pictures and they keep one of each
Do they keep that stuff to prove they were in love
Oh no

I'm the reason you can't sleep and don't know why
I'm the 4 AM when you hear our song and can't help but cry
I'm not in matching shirts
I'm the name you hear that hurts
And in limited time it only gets worse

And I couldn't tell you who hurt who first
But that speech that you gave sounded awfully rehearsed
And I took all my stuff
So don't say I wasn't kind enough
And I wonder if this is growing up
If this is growing up
If this is growing up

It's been
One two three months
One two three months
One two three
No five six seven eight
One two three months
One two three months
One two three
No five six seven eight
One two three months
One two three months
One two three
No five six seven eight

And I'm growing up



Credits
Writer(s): Amia Simmons
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