Eighteen

But doesn't it feel good To take off your t-shirt And let somebody feel ya Somebody steal ya You can't get behind what You can't even find It's getting harder to deal with Its nothing to fear, easy for you to say Doesn't it feel bad Things that you can't have Even when you were near her Wearing a t-shirt You can't be defined by What you're keeping inside Might push you into the lime-light Just give it a try Still don't believe in yourself At eighteen Life's a bad dream Then you wake up Things are different for you It seems so simple When you step out and view it Just find something to do And then do it Everybody gets a little lonely sometimes I get so tongue-tied I feel so old today