I am getting sick, I can feel it in my throat
And we are getting older though we tried to take it slow
And I can make a guess, but I will never know,
Never know
If the fire in my chest if either love or respiratory
Basing all my choices on what makes a better story
And call it what you like, this life is never boring
Cosmetic cigarettes, let’s grow this smoker’s lung
Here’s to growin’ up too young, yeah
Growin’ up too young
I can’t control my legs, yeah they run without consent
And I can’t afford this place, cause they don’t control the rent
And I read every note you wrote, still I don’t know what you meant,
What you meant
I got pictures of my folks underneath my mattress
I won’t forget her face like I forget our address
And homes a painted plate, now all I taste is ashes
Rent checks and cigarettes, let’s grow this smoker’s lung
Here’s to growin’ up too young, yeah
Growin’ up too young
And you’ve got too much on your mind
You’d live if you had time
Don’t save my place in line, don’t save my place
And run in bare feet beneath street lights
Don’t go down without a fight
Let’s stay awake all night, let’s stay awake
And you’ve got too much on your mind
You’d live if you had time
Let’s stay awake all night, let’s stay awake
credits
from Fear of Swimming,
released January 10, 2012
Kirsten Opstad (guitar & vocals)
Jon Crawford (tambourine)
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