I'm turning 18 and I'm scared of life
I'm feeling sad because my house just sold
I wish you thought the way I feel, my love
Things are changing and I feel so old

But I am here to live my life, getting fucked up every night
Paint a picture of a friend that you left inside your bed
And it's stuck inside my brain, all the things you used to say
And I'm scared of the same stage and I feel like half my age
And I feel like I'm without all the things that make me glad
All the times when things were shared, they just make me really sad
And I feel like I'm a ghost, like my body is the host
But I'm trapped inside my head, always wishing I was dead

Just turned 18 and I'm scared of life
I'm feeling sad because my house just sold
I wish you thought the way I feel, my love
Things are changing and I feel so old

But there is something in the water here
And there is something in the air I breathe
And there is something in these cold walls
And there is hope inside my torn up jeans

And there is something in the water here
And there is something in the air I breathe
And there is something in these cold, old walls
And there is hope inside my torn up jeans