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