We may wanna grow old.

We don’t wanna grow up. 

Yeah it may be a lie, to tell everyone I’m fine,

When I get so tired of all my tired plans.

So I won’t hesitate, to make all the big mistakes ‘cause I,

Get so excited when the sky falls down.

My smile is a wasteland.

My sorry’s are a wasteland.

My body breaks, from all the weight on my shoulders.

My love is a wasteland.

My forgiveness is a wasteland.

I felt all the aches, my heart can take

I’ll be goddamned. 

I’m so tired, of all this crying.

Yet I still hesitate, in hopes that I’ll save some face.

I wanna grow old,

And I don’t wanna grow up.