Don′t wanna be eighteen with responsibilities

Sometimes I get scared of growing up

Entering a world with broken dreamsSometimes I get scared and throw it all up

And June the third is

Coming closer and I'm

Nowhere near closure

Don′t wanna be eighteen when I can't ride a bike

Still hang onto my sheets during storms

In my bed I'm ten but I can′t shut my eyes

I still wish I wore a school uniform

And June the third is

Coming closer and I′m

Nowhere near closure

Don't wanna be eighteen with a messy room

Still wonder what lingers under my bed at night

Kinda wish I stayed at my mother′s home

Are we gonna know what it's like to be blind?

′Cause June the third is

Coming closer and I'm

Nowhere near closure