Here's the day you hoped would never come.
Don't feed me violins just run with me through rows of speeding cars.
The papercuts, the cheating lovers, the coffee's never strong enough,
I'll always think it's more than just bad luck.
There, there baby it's just textbook stuff. It's in the ABC's of growing up.
Hi, Finals.
Hi, Summer.
Hi, Future.
I think I'm ready for you.
