Lyric

I see the man in the grey suit yelling on the phone

I wonder if that is me when I am fully grown

I used to run in the dirt until my shoes were torn

Now I just stare at the clock and wait to be reborn

Will I forget how to laugh without a reason why

Will I just look at the floor and never see the sky

I remember the paper boats floating down the street

I remember the taste of rain it was cold and sweet

We built a castle of cardboard in the living room

Now every space that I walk in feels like a waiting tomb

I do not want to be tired before the day begins

I do not want to keep counting all my tiny sins

The ticking clock is a hammer beating in my head

The calendar is a monster sleeping in my bed

I grab my youth by the collar but it slips away

I close my eyes and I beg for just another day

Am I turning into the ghost I used to fear

Losing my voice every time I shed a quiet tear

I want to hold onto the boy with the scraped up knees

Before he drowns in the ocean of these guarantees

I am a young adult standing on the broken edge

Trying to pull my heart back from the final ledge

I see my friends settling down buying wooden chairs

Talking about the mortgage and the grey hairs

We used to talk about Mars and building rocket ships

Now we just talk about taxes with our frozen lips

When did the magic trick fail and leave the stage so bare

When did the fire burn out leaving the cold air

I bought a planner to write down every single chore

I am becoming the person I used to ignore

I smile at strangers politely and I hold the door

But inside my chest there is a quiet silent war

I miss the days when a band aid fixed a broken heart

Now I just patch up my soul and watch it fall apart

The ticking clock is a hammer beating in my head

The calendar is a monster sleeping in my bed

I grab my youth by the collar but it slips away

I close my eyes and I beg for just another day

Am I turning into the ghost I used to fear

Losing my voice every time I shed a quiet tear

I want to hold onto the boy with the scraped up knees

Before he drowns in the ocean of these guarantees

I am a young adult standing on the broken edge

Trying to pull my heart back from the final ledge

Look at your hands they are bigger but they are the same

Look at your face you still carry your childhood name

Growing older is a tax but you can keep the change

You do not have to be boring you can still be strange

Do not let the suit and the tie choke your inner child

Keep a small piece of your brain dangerous and wild

I take a breath and I step out in the morning rain

I let the water wash away this heavy plastic pain

Maybe I have to pay bills and act a little smart

But I will never evict the kid inside my heart

I see the man on the phone and give him a wave

I am not heading right now into a boring grave

The ticking clock is a rhythm I can learn to play

The calendar is a map pointing a new way

I take my youth by the hand and walk into the street

I feel the pavement singing right beneath my feet

I will not turn into the ghost I used to fear

I will sing loud every time I shed a quiet tear

I am hugging the boy with the scraped up knees

We are swimming together through the guarantees

I am a young adult jumping off the broken edge

Building a parachute right after I leave the ledge

Hold on to the dirt

Hold on to the sweet rain

Let the adult world hurt

But never lose the brain

That dreamed of the stars

That dreamed of the moon

You are growing up

But not a second too soon

I will not turn into the ghost I used to fear

I will sing loud every time I shed a quiet tear

I am hugging the boy with the scraped up knees

We are swimming together through the guarantees

I am a young adult jumping off the broken edge

Building a parachute right after I leave the ledge

Yeah I am growing up

But I am still looking up

I see the rocket ships

I taste the cold rain

Not a ghost

Just a boy in a bigger frame

Do not forget your name