Eighteen - Joyce Manor

But doesn’t it feel good

To take off your t-shirt

And let somebody feel ya

Somebody steal ya

You can’t get behind what

You can’t even find

It’s getting harder to deal with

It’s nothing to fear, easy for you to say

Say, doesn’t it feel bad

Things that you can’t have

Even when you were near her

Wearing a t-shirt

You can’t be defined by

What you’re keeping inside

Might push you into the lime-light

Just give it a try

Still don’t believe in yourself

At eighteen

Life’s a bad dream

Then you wake up

Things are different for you

It seems so simple

When you step out and view it

Just find something to do

And then do it

Everybody gets a little lonely sometimes

I get so tongue-tied

I feel so old today