My inner thoughts are written out in lipstick
Clothes all over the floor and I just can't pick
I laugh too hard at my own jokes
It's just the phase I'm growing in
And all the boys I know are really just friends
I bet his feet are getting cold before we've even met
I can't be quiet on the phone but I can be good with a pen
I try so hard to act grown up
But I'm not so that makes it tough
You can only pretend so much
Before it's just lying
Sometimes I think that I can almost pull it off
I'm so put together, nonchalant until I'm not
A beauty queen for about a week
But I know that I'll always be
Sort of seventeen
All of this to say I'm getting kind of tired
Of growing up and feeling like a liar
There's a girl in the mirror, I don't know if she can be trusted
And I don't know a lot of things I should know
If I break down I get my dad on the phone
It's like I'm making up for childish things I never did
(Hey dad, I don't want you to freak out)
I try so hard to act grown up
But I'm not so that's been a bust
You can only pretend so much
Before it's just lying
Sometimes I think that I can almost pull it off
I'm so put together, nonchalant until I'm not
A beauty queen for about a week
But I know that I'll always be
Sort of seventeen
This is my favorite part of every story
I cried and now I feel like things are going better for me
Sometimes I think that I can almost pull it off
Sometimes I think that I can almost pull it off
I'm so put together, nonchalant until I'm not
Your beauty queen for about a week
But I know that I'll always be
No I'm sure that I'll always be
Sort of seventeen
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