Fountain of Youth
Stuck my toes in the Pacific
It was more prolific than it was then
I was thinking that it might be time to forgive him
Moving on, moving out, but I can't let go
Poker face, find a place, cause you can't go home
Oh God, will you put the brakes on?
It's too fast, I can taste the crash
Oh God, will you put the brakes on?
My lead foot is not enough
Clinging to the fountain of youth
I can't leave, I swear I just got here
Close my eyes, I'm seventeen on my hometown pier
Moving on, moving out, but I can't let go
Poker face, find a place, cause I can't go home
Oh God, will you put the brakes on?
It's too fast, I can taste the crash
Oh God, will you put the brakes on?
My lead foot is not enough
And I was always good at playing games
And I hope you remember my name
When you got keys to a house and babies around
And a dog in a yard and a brand new job
And your boyfriend turns to a husband
He'll love you better than I ever could
And I know that it ain't over
But it feels like something's over
But it's just my obsession with my adolescence
Got a white knuckle grip on this abandoned ship
Cause I'll never have what you have
And that's my cross to bear
Oh God, will you put the brakes on?
It's too fast, I can taste the crash
Oh God, will you put the brakes on?
My lead foot is not enough
It's not enough (is it over?)
It's not enough (is it over?)
It's just my obsession with my adolescence
Got a white knuckle grip on this abandoned ship
It's not, it's not enough
It's not enough
It was more prolific than it was then
I was thinking that it might be time to forgive him
Moving on, moving out, but I can't let go
Poker face, find a place, cause you can't go home
Oh God, will you put the brakes on?
It's too fast, I can taste the crash
Oh God, will you put the brakes on?
My lead foot is not enough
Clinging to the fountain of youth
I can't leave, I swear I just got here
Close my eyes, I'm seventeen on my hometown pier
Moving on, moving out, but I can't let go
Poker face, find a place, cause I can't go home
Oh God, will you put the brakes on?
It's too fast, I can taste the crash
Oh God, will you put the brakes on?
My lead foot is not enough
And I was always good at playing games
And I hope you remember my name
When you got keys to a house and babies around
And a dog in a yard and a brand new job
And your boyfriend turns to a husband
He'll love you better than I ever could
And I know that it ain't over
But it feels like something's over
But it's just my obsession with my adolescence
Got a white knuckle grip on this abandoned ship
Cause I'll never have what you have
And that's my cross to bear
Oh God, will you put the brakes on?
It's too fast, I can taste the crash
Oh God, will you put the brakes on?
My lead foot is not enough
It's not enough (is it over?)
It's not enough (is it over?)
It's just my obsession with my adolescence
Got a white knuckle grip on this abandoned ship
It's not, it's not enough
It's not enough
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Writer(s): Natalie Toland
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