Summertime, New York City
I was eating up Prozac and swimming
Swimming, to see if I would float
Playing, playing hangman
Oh, these white walls
They see me for who I am
And the secrets I have

Here I thought eighteen would make me
That eighteen would make me a woman
Or maybe at least I'd feel human
What the hell am I even doing here?

Sweet, sweet sixteen
I was dancing in the bedroom, where you took me
Where you took advantage of me
Holding, holding trance
Oh, I let you see through me
A twisted romance
A twist of the knife at your hands

And here I thought sixteen would rip me
That sixteen would rip me apart
I prayed to go back to the start
Yes, I did
Why the fuck was I given a heart this big?

I'm too old for these growing pains
I'm too old for these growing pains
Stitch me up and hide me away
I'm too old for these growing pains