Growing In
I threw out all my dresses and put my bible in a box
Got rid of shallow people who like to tell me what I'm not
I even kissed an Emily and came out to my family
I learned to take it easy, let empathy surround me
Am I growing up? Or am I growing in?
To my skin and my age and my surroundings
The niche and the bad things about me
Am I moving on? Or am I moving in?
And accepting that I'll always be changing
That this life is a mess and it's amazing
I wish I could've told myself when I was a kid
Nobody's really growing up, we're just growing in
I finally stopped chasing personified question marks
Now I can talk politics with my grandpa and not take it to heart
And I fell in love and fell out of it
Thought it'd kill me but I got over it
I'm not afraid of a full meal, the mirror or my brain
Am I growing up? Or am I growing in?
To my skin and my age and my surroundings
The niche and the bad things about me
Am I moving on? Or am I moving in?
And accepting that I'll always be changing
That this life is a mess and it's amazing
I wish I could've told myself when I was a kid
Nobody's really growing up, we're just growing in
You have time, kid
Just take your time, kid
You have time, kid, kid, kid
(You have time, kid)
(Just take your time, kid)
(You have time, kid)
(Just take your time, kid, kid, kid)
Got rid of shallow people who like to tell me what I'm not
I even kissed an Emily and came out to my family
I learned to take it easy, let empathy surround me
Am I growing up? Or am I growing in?
To my skin and my age and my surroundings
The niche and the bad things about me
Am I moving on? Or am I moving in?
And accepting that I'll always be changing
That this life is a mess and it's amazing
I wish I could've told myself when I was a kid
Nobody's really growing up, we're just growing in
I finally stopped chasing personified question marks
Now I can talk politics with my grandpa and not take it to heart
And I fell in love and fell out of it
Thought it'd kill me but I got over it
I'm not afraid of a full meal, the mirror or my brain
Am I growing up? Or am I growing in?
To my skin and my age and my surroundings
The niche and the bad things about me
Am I moving on? Or am I moving in?
And accepting that I'll always be changing
That this life is a mess and it's amazing
I wish I could've told myself when I was a kid
Nobody's really growing up, we're just growing in
You have time, kid
Just take your time, kid
You have time, kid, kid, kid
(You have time, kid)
(Just take your time, kid)
(You have time, kid)
(Just take your time, kid, kid, kid)
Credits
Writer(s): Adam Yaron, Madeleine Marie Zahm
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