Grow Up
I'm almost 25, but I feel like I'm 17
I don't eat greens and never keep my bedroom clean
I don't care about politics, I never read the news
I just stay up late, procrastinate, and watch cartoons
And when I'm tying my laces, I still make two bunny ears
And I watch all my friends settle down as days turn into years
And I still sleep all alone because I never learned to share
My success with anybody, but I swear
If I could grow up
If I could grow up
I would grow the fuck up
I'm almost 25, but I feel like a little girl
Who would rather spend her time in an imaginary world
I'll accept your invitation, and I'll make up an excuse
For why I simply cannot make it, that's why people call me rude
And I'll only ever trust you if you make a pinky promise
But I'll still tell you anything, I'm way too fucking honest
And I'll always talk the loudest until everybody stares
Because I'm desperate for attention, but I swear
If I could shut up
If I could shut up
I would shut the fuck up
I wish I could be more like you
Mature enough to see things through
But everything I start, I quit
'Cause I am still a little kid
And everyone around me grows
I'm standing on my tippy toes
These shoes feel like they'll never fit
'Cause I am still a little kid
I am still a little kid
I am still a little kid
I am still a little kid
If I could grow up
If I could grow up
I would grow the fuck up
If I could grow up
If I could grow up
I would grow the fuck up
I don't eat greens and never keep my bedroom clean
I don't care about politics, I never read the news
I just stay up late, procrastinate, and watch cartoons
And when I'm tying my laces, I still make two bunny ears
And I watch all my friends settle down as days turn into years
And I still sleep all alone because I never learned to share
My success with anybody, but I swear
If I could grow up
If I could grow up
I would grow the fuck up
I'm almost 25, but I feel like a little girl
Who would rather spend her time in an imaginary world
I'll accept your invitation, and I'll make up an excuse
For why I simply cannot make it, that's why people call me rude
And I'll only ever trust you if you make a pinky promise
But I'll still tell you anything, I'm way too fucking honest
And I'll always talk the loudest until everybody stares
Because I'm desperate for attention, but I swear
If I could shut up
If I could shut up
I would shut the fuck up
I wish I could be more like you
Mature enough to see things through
But everything I start, I quit
'Cause I am still a little kid
And everyone around me grows
I'm standing on my tippy toes
These shoes feel like they'll never fit
'Cause I am still a little kid
I am still a little kid
I am still a little kid
I am still a little kid
If I could grow up
If I could grow up
I would grow the fuck up
If I could grow up
If I could grow up
I would grow the fuck up
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Writer(s): Edward James Carlile, Arabella Latham
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