Eighteen

I sealed my fate on a daydream

Stamp the letter, let it take me

Somewhere far away from home

Maybe I’ll be better then

Or on the way, I’ll wind up dead

Yeah, I don’t know (and I don’t really care)

If the stars could talk

What would they think of me

A boy who’s lost his body

Tryna keep up with his mind

Wasted all his luck

On things he didn’t need

And all the lies he’s spit out

With no white left on his tongue