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, ohh ohh 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, ohh ohh 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