Coming of Age Tune
All the post cards that you sent
Live on the wall above my bed
Reading all the notes you wrote to keep my ego fed
I'm not returning messages or doing what I said that I would do
I hope with change I'll find my coming of age soon
I wear my dirty clothes to work, don't want to stain my favorite shirt
Thumbs been kind of hurting on my phone since 7:30
I'd much rather be at my house cause I'm wasting time I'm running out
Often times I sit around and think about what I should be doing now
To keep me down
My right arm is such a menace playing artificial tennis
I might need better shoes you play to win I play to lose
I'm not so much competitive, though oh so argumentative
I can't hold conversations, just start a situation
You know me to cause a scene
All the post cards that you sent live on the wall above my bed
Reading all the notes you wrote to keep my ego fed
I'm not returning messages or doing what I said that I would do
I hope with change I find my coming of age soon
I'm drinking solo every night every day after the light
I must've had a couple cans, been using both my hands
Wake up with an empty cup, but I fill the bowl with what's coming up
I'm losing my will power. I'm not man of the hour
Not today. That's my mistake
I hate expressions on my face, not just a book the entire case
I can't explain my feelings complex Sistine Chapel ceilings
I don't know Michelangelo the ancient, painting ninja turtle
Every passing judgement, I need to make adjustments
'Til I'm fine
Cause lately I've been crossing way too many lines
All the post cards that you sent live on the wall above my bed
Reading all the notes you wrote to keep my ego fed
I'm not returning messages or doing what I said that I would do
I hope with change I find my coming of age soon
I hope with change I find my coming of age soon
All the post cards that you sent for all that is and isn't meant
I'll try to wrap this up but I'm no good with sentiment
I've said all that I had to say I hope there's nothing to explain
I'm done
I hope with change I find my coming of age soon
Live on the wall above my bed
Reading all the notes you wrote to keep my ego fed
I'm not returning messages or doing what I said that I would do
I hope with change I'll find my coming of age soon
I wear my dirty clothes to work, don't want to stain my favorite shirt
Thumbs been kind of hurting on my phone since 7:30
I'd much rather be at my house cause I'm wasting time I'm running out
Often times I sit around and think about what I should be doing now
To keep me down
My right arm is such a menace playing artificial tennis
I might need better shoes you play to win I play to lose
I'm not so much competitive, though oh so argumentative
I can't hold conversations, just start a situation
You know me to cause a scene
All the post cards that you sent live on the wall above my bed
Reading all the notes you wrote to keep my ego fed
I'm not returning messages or doing what I said that I would do
I hope with change I find my coming of age soon
I'm drinking solo every night every day after the light
I must've had a couple cans, been using both my hands
Wake up with an empty cup, but I fill the bowl with what's coming up
I'm losing my will power. I'm not man of the hour
Not today. That's my mistake
I hate expressions on my face, not just a book the entire case
I can't explain my feelings complex Sistine Chapel ceilings
I don't know Michelangelo the ancient, painting ninja turtle
Every passing judgement, I need to make adjustments
'Til I'm fine
Cause lately I've been crossing way too many lines
All the post cards that you sent live on the wall above my bed
Reading all the notes you wrote to keep my ego fed
I'm not returning messages or doing what I said that I would do
I hope with change I find my coming of age soon
I hope with change I find my coming of age soon
All the post cards that you sent for all that is and isn't meant
I'll try to wrap this up but I'm no good with sentiment
I've said all that I had to say I hope there's nothing to explain
I'm done
I hope with change I find my coming of age soon
Credits
Writer(s): Thomas Faught
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