grown

there is nothing I want more than to be someone else
my recurring wish on birthday candles
and the grass might not be greener
but i’m sure it’s easier to take care of

there is nothing I fear more than growing into my skin
what if this is the best it gets?
and the flowers they might not be taller
but i’m sure they needed less to grow

i’m still scared of the dark
terrified of growing up
but I think I might be grown
i’m still scared of aging
terrified of clocks turning
but I think I might be grown

there is nothing I fear more than learning i’ve found myself
and that this is all there is
my whole eternity searched for meaning
I was sure there must be something more than this
what if there isn’t more than this?

i’m still scared of the dark
terrified of growing up
but I think I might be grown
i’m still scared of aging
terrified of clocks turning
but I think I might be grown
I think I might be grown