Grown-Up World

I’m sitting in my car, staring in the rear-view mirror

How many hours has it been?

Why isn’t anything getting clearer?

She calls me and says come home, my little girl

But doesn’t she know I’m stuck in my grown-up world?

I turn the heater on, but my body’s already warm

Built up from a frenzy

Will I ever quell this burning storm?

He says, baby, I’ll be there for you, just ask

But doesn’t he understand a grown-up problem is no easy task?

Miles and miles of sitting still

Elbow pressed to the windowsill

Nothing matters, time is all I kill

Allowing my mind to go astray

I’m not sure how to fix this way

I hate the fact I’m parked here everyday

They come into my memory, arms outstretched

Step back, these responsibilities have triggered the wretched

Oh, grown-up world, grown-up world

I’d really rather be a little girl