Am I supposed to like the things we do?
'Cause every time we touch, I feel confused
It's not like you've not been here before
I thought by now I'd have it sorted
But it's not that easy

I read online somewhere it takes a while
To see the world not just as a child
I'll be nineteen in a week
And never loved a single being
'Cause it's not that easy

And it hurts me
That I might be

Feeling like I'm grown, but I'm still in the backseat
Caught up in a world where I don't understand me
Ah, ah
Trying not to rush, but I'm scared
that I'll be stuck in the mud
Now there's dirt on my self-esteem
And now I'm turning in my sheets
'Cause I'll be nineteen in a week

Without the numbers, I'd still be a kid
I dread my birthday every year
I think it's cool I get to share it with my dad
But it's a shame he's not here

Does it hurt you too
That I wasn't born before 2002?

Feeling like I'm grown, but I'm still in the backseat
Caught up in a world where I don't understand me
Ah, ah
Trying not to rush, but I'm scared
that I'll be stuck in the mud
Now there's dirt on my self-esteem
And now I'm turning in my sheets
'Cause I'll be nineteen in a week

You say that ageing is a mindset
But I think it's weird you're twenty-five
I guarantee you still go home to your mum
'Cause there's no food in your fridge to survive