The Price of Growing Up - Watsky

We’re just some fleas on the back of some slightly bigger fleas

On a dog on a boat full of holes that barely floats

On a sea full of souls full of secrets we can’t know

Facing facts isn’t nice

But it’s the price of growing up

It’s the price of growing up

It’s the price of growing up

It’s the price of growing up

We get to drive, get to smoke, get to fuck and vote and booze

Get to bruise like a peach when we lose it all

But you only lose what was gained, and we gained so much

So thanks (Thanks!) for the drinks (Cheers!), here’s the check

It’s the price of growing up

It’s the price of growing up

It’s the price of growing up

It’s the price of growing up

It’s the price of growing up

It’s the price of growing up

It’s the price of growing up

It’s the price of growing up