Still Their Kid
October's takin' a walk with me
I needed it, I needed it
I'm leaving you when you're on your knees
I needed it, I needed it
My backpack's full and I'm up Main Street
I needed it, I needed it
A job I hate so I can party and eat
I needed it, I needed it
Second date on the edge of my seat
I realize I think he's kinda listenin' to me
They've played the same song three times in a row now
I'm thinkin bout our history on Huguenot Street
It's muddy fuckin' waters ahead of me
It's hard to believe anyone could settle down
They must, though, my parents did
I'm 20 and I'm still their kid
I'm 20 and I'm still their kid
Long walks bumping right into me
I'll take a hint, I'll take a hint
It's raining, my mind's changing, hold the door for me
Two weeks ago
I coulda never known
But in that there's something ephemeral
Never been here before
Acting appalled, opening doors
This one's open
This one's open
Second week of living chapter three
I know his worst fears are coming out of me
They've played the same song three times in a row, though
I'm thinkin bout the fact that you're now history
I'm my father's daughter but I'm much less sturdy
It's hard to believe that we have to let it go
We must, though, my parents did
And they survived, I can prove it
We must though
My parents did
I'm twenty and I'm still their kid
I needed it, I needed it
I'm leaving you when you're on your knees
I needed it, I needed it
My backpack's full and I'm up Main Street
I needed it, I needed it
A job I hate so I can party and eat
I needed it, I needed it
Second date on the edge of my seat
I realize I think he's kinda listenin' to me
They've played the same song three times in a row now
I'm thinkin bout our history on Huguenot Street
It's muddy fuckin' waters ahead of me
It's hard to believe anyone could settle down
They must, though, my parents did
I'm 20 and I'm still their kid
I'm 20 and I'm still their kid
Long walks bumping right into me
I'll take a hint, I'll take a hint
It's raining, my mind's changing, hold the door for me
Two weeks ago
I coulda never known
But in that there's something ephemeral
Never been here before
Acting appalled, opening doors
This one's open
This one's open
Second week of living chapter three
I know his worst fears are coming out of me
They've played the same song three times in a row, though
I'm thinkin bout the fact that you're now history
I'm my father's daughter but I'm much less sturdy
It's hard to believe that we have to let it go
We must, though, my parents did
And they survived, I can prove it
We must though
My parents did
I'm twenty and I'm still their kid
Credits
Writer(s): Carlin Feck
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