Eighteen Lyrics

On day one I was looking through my pockets for the keys.
On day two there I found them hanging quietly from the door.

You said you'd get used to situations like these,
but I know it's a sign that I'm not ready for this song.

This naked wall is a trap, is a trap;
it's wearing me out like a name on a tag.

On day three you were standing in the doorway with a smile.
On day four there I lost you, but you were running down the hall.

I said I just want to be alone for a while,
but you know it's all because I always blow to flow.

These days have gone in the sun, in the shade.
I'm eighteen today what a mess I have made.