In Your Room

We grew up sunburned and bare feet
Our parents still married
Our rooms still clean
Looking back it all feels so fleeting
My mortality hit at fifteen

Left my bag on the city bus
Fucked up over saying too much
Got too drunk that weekend night
Hoped to God they’d forget when we woke up
My favorite painting’s on my wall now
And my childhood street sign
It’s funny when I look down
I’m taller but I still sit in your room and cry

And cry
And cry
And cry

Coming of age is just a story
It’s a fallacy
But it’s mine to keep
You’ve been there since the beginning
And you’ll be next to me
When I get married

Left my bag on the city bus
Fucked up over saying too much
Got too drunk that weekend night
Hoped to God they’d forget when we woke up
My favorite painting’s on my wall now
And my childhood street sign
It’s funny when I look down
I’m taller but I still sit in your room and cry

And cry
And cry
And cry
And cry
And cry
And cry
And cry
Oh, and cry