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Growing gets hard, waiting gets old to you

I know, that feeling’s no fun, it feels like you’re out, down and done too

Oh grow up, when will you ever learn? When will you learn, that candle in the

window is going to be the reason your whole house burns. And the money…

It’s a carrot on a string. There’s a horse standing over a black hole basement

after losing everything. But your car, you know, it runs like a dream,

and your hair and skin are so fucking clean. Everyone looks at you,

like you’re an angel or something. But we’ll take the fake happy over knowing

what’s wrong and we’ll give you the stuff that you need to belong,

and hope that’s what you need, by a small chance. A quick and heavy dose of

acceptance

Growing gets hard, time is running out

You’ll die, a young and exciting death and you will tell us all in your last

breath, «I'm done there’s nothing to be happy about.»

And we dance, and the flowers come up through the footstep floor mat.

And now’s your chance, to seize this all, you seize this all, while you’re

smile hides what’s beneath keeps the sadness a secret as we grow old,

and take it all with us

Now, I know, there’s mistakes that go along with youth, so choose,

to replace or take them with you and I feel so bad now that I’m so old,

so angry, so broke, so unhappy, tattooed and ugly

Growing gets hard, waiting gets old to you

I know, that feeling’s no fun, it feels like you’re out, down and done too

You’ll die, a young and exciting death and you will tell us all in your last

breath, «I'm done there’s nothing to be happy about.»

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