Eighteen from Eighteen by Joe Proulx

Over the years, my memories turn into a haze
My mind ages and rusts through the passing days
When I'm starting to feel old, that's when my life's sold
In thick and thin, I'm unsure of my future
Seconds feel like non-existent strides
And as days grow short, I'm here to report
That growing up just ain't what it turned to be

CHORUS:
I'm so sorry, honey, I just don't feel eighteen (x2)
I need some more time
It just don't feel right
I'm so inbetween, is that what it's like to be eighteen?

I'm lethargic almost by instinct
I wish I'd figured out a different way to think
And as the days pass me, it's clear to see
That growing up just ain't what it turned to be

CHORUS

I know I'm supposed to know what I'm doing by now
But I'm sorry, I just don't know how

CHORUS

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