I used to count the days
Until I turned eighteen
When I could finally be on my own
No one to tell me when to be home

But now I'm sitting in my room
Looking at the wall of memories
Laughing at that time back when
I swear, life was better then

I remember those skinned knees,
summer days,
stinging bees,
clouds of grey,
late nights,
mosquito bites,
and that time when I was sure I'd stay young forever.

Now I'm laying in bed
Worn out and tired
Not wanting the sun to rise
Gonna avoid the hard goodbyes

I'm all grown up
Trying to catch my breath
Drowning in the high tide
Still on this rollercoaster ride

Someone be my friend
And ask me to swing the highest
Chase me until my legs give out
And grab my hand when I'm in doubt.

Let me know I'm not alone on this journey.