Growing Pains

Little town in East Texas
Low income, high spirits
Smiling in my size four cowgirl boots
Struttin' down run down Main Street
No worries, bootcut jeans
Every teenage year I was romanticizing

But I've been thinking about years ahead
How no one warns you for when it ends
And you blink and you're no longer sleeping in a twin bed
You're losing sleep instead

Now I've got growing pains
And my mom won't be there to rub my back
When I get growing pains
And dad can't carry me to bed
Growing pains
I don't wanna see my best friend and say
It's been too long since we've last spoken
It's just the beginning of all these growing pains

Well that fixer upper went on the market
Took a cross country trip
Lost the southern accent
No one told me that growing up is
Friday nights with nowhere to be
And crying sizing up in jeans
No kids table
Thinking about grown up things
I've never been this old before
I always thought that I'd be more

But I've got growing pains
And my mom won't be there to rub my back
When I get growing pains
And dad can't carry me to bed
Growing pains
I don't wanna see my best friend and say
It's been too long since we've last spoken
It's just the beginning of all these growing pains

I didn't plan for this
I didn't think I'd be alive
almost eighteen and never been so terrified
And when I can't do it myself
Will anyone make the drive?
I'm looking in the mirror in a cap and gown for the first time
And I've got growing pains
And my mom won't be there to help me pack
When I get growing pains
And my dash lights up and I can't call dad
Growing pains
I hated every day of high school
But looking back, was it even that awful
Growing pains
Will I make a life? Will it all work out?
Growing pains
Leaving love behind, getting out of my shell
Growing pains
I hate that everything must end
Growing pains
Getting older every second I spend worrying about growing pains
Growing pains
Growing pains
Growing pains



Credits
Writer(s): Skye Matteson
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