Vacation Boys - Child of 24 Lyrics

You killed me on your birthday took all summer to dig my grave
And on the first of August put my casket on the train
Hannah picked me up I cried the whole way back home
My parents outta town I spend my first night all alone
Six months like a century a year a whole lifetime
And somehow I'm still desperate to proudly call you mine

Do you still live in the city just a block from the L
Does it feel the same without me
Cuz down here it has been hell
I keep, I keep telling myself
We haven't closed the door
I keep telling myself
I'm just a child
Of twenty four

I missed you most in February missed having my valentine
I missed you all through the spring into the summertime
Was hoping the sea might cure my dark blue brain
Instead it just made me feel so small I went insane

Do you still have that job you hate and friends you pretend to love
Do you still wear those pitch black jeans that fit you like a glove
I keep I keep telling myself
That we haven't closed the door
I keep telling myself
I'm just a child
Of twenty four

Time to go to bed take my clothes off cut the lights
I say a quiet prayer for no dreams of you tonight
I hope one day I wake up
With a mind all clear of you
I hope one day I grow up
And I hope that you do too
One day I'll be an adult
At least that's what I'm told
But for now I'm just a child
Twenty four years old