4th Curtis
You’re Not a Kid Anymore, You Deliver My Mail
You're not a kid anymore
You're not a kid anymore
You're not a kid anymore
You deliver my mail
Kid anymore
You're not a kid anymore
You deliver my mail
Kid anymore
You're not a kid anymore
You deliver my mail
Your face is pale
Your drugs are laced
Your shoes have been taken from you by your mother's ex boyfriend
He still lives here
He still sleeps with her
They're just not exactly exclusive
Oh oh woah oh woah
Woah woah woah
You're not a kid anymore
You deliver my mail
Your lips are chapped
You fight back tears
Because even the slightest discomfort makes you feel like you're dying
I hear pills only work if you take them the same time each day
You deliver my mail
Everyone seems so scared to be in the same room as you are
They don't know what they'll say to upset you
Because anything can upset you
Maybe it's time to invest in a new mental illness 'cause this one don't flatter you
God knows you're not interesting enough to go without one
You're not a kid anymore, you deliver my mail
You're not a kid anymore, you deliver my mail
Woah woah woah
Woah woah woah
You're not a kid anymore
You're not a kid anymore
You're not a kid anymore
You deliver my mail
Kid anymore
You're not a kid anymore
You deliver my mail
Kid anymore
You deliver my mail