In Your Room

We grew up, sunburned and bare feet
Our parents still married
Our rooms still clean
Looking back, it all feels so fleeting
Our mortality, at fifteen

And we're back on a city bus
Fucked up over saying too much
Got too drunk that weekend
I hoped to God that they'd forget when we woke up
My favorite paintings on the wall now
And my childhood street sign
It's funny when I look down
I'm taller but I still sit in your room
And cry
And cry-y
And cry
And cry-y

Coming of age is just a story
It's a fallacy
But it's mine to keep

You've been there since the beginning
And you'll be next to me
When I get married

And we're back on a city bus
Fucked up over saying too much
Got too drunk that weekend
I hoped to God that they'd forget when we woke up
My favorite paintings on the wall now
And my childhood street sign
It's funny when I look down
I'm taller but I still sit in your room
And cry
And cry-y
And cry
And cry
And cry
And cry, and cry, and cry
And cry-y