I'm turning 18 and I'm scared of life I'm feeling sad because my house just sold I wish you thought the way I feel, my love Things are changing and I feel so old But I am here to live my life, getting fucked up every night Paint a picture of a friend that you left inside your bed And it's stuck inside my brain, all the things you used to say And I'm scared of the same stage and I feel like half my age And I feel like I'm without all the things that make me glad All the times when things were shared, they just make me really sad And I feel like I'm a ghost, like my body is the host But I'm trapped inside my head, always wishing I was dead Just turned 18 and I'm scared of life I'm feeling sad because my house just sold I wish you thought the way I feel, my love Things are changing and I feel so old But there is something in the water here And there is something in the air I breathe And there is something in these cold walls And there is hope inside my torn up jeans And there is something in the water here And there is something in the air I breathe And there is something in these cold, old walls And there is hope inside my torn up jeans