I'm 18 and I feel like I'm all grown up,
I forget to breathe sometimes
and never ever ever remember to clean up after myself.
Some grown up I am...
Really though, i'm just tryin' to move on in life,
breathe fresh air with the lungs
I burned out breathin' heavy from long ago.
I don't cry over people,
and I only tear up a little when I skin my knees.
I'm constantly tripping over things;
sidewalks, chairs, shoes, especially my own feet
but I move on easy.
I have the weight of a feather on my shoulder,
I let nothing get to me,
a quality that many envy but
i'd be happy to give away just so i could learn to feel.
and if you can't keep up
i won't slow down...
Just holla if you got me and fuck you if you had me
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