Don′t wanna be eighteen with responsibilities
Sometimes I get scared of growing up
Entering a world with broken dreamsSometimes I get scared and throw it all up
And June the third is
Coming closer and I'm
Nowhere near closure
Don′t wanna be eighteen when I can't ride a bike
Still hang onto my sheets during storms
In my bed I'm ten but I can′t shut my eyes
I still wish I wore a school uniform
And June the third is
Coming closer and I′m
Nowhere near closure
Don't wanna be eighteen with a messy room
Still wonder what lingers under my bed at night
Kinda wish I stayed at my mother′s home
Are we gonna know what it's like to be blind?
′Cause June the third is
Coming closer and I'm
Nowhere near closure
