I might run out of gas about a half mile from my place Put my foot in my mouth, saying something I shouldn’t say Have last night’s mascara on my cheeks From a boy I know I should’ve just let be I might run out of money a week before I get paid
I’m just growing Wild as a weed, I’m picking up speed Kicking every wrong door wide open Looks a little crazy, don’t it? When I get older I’ve got plenty of time to get it all right, but this mess of mine Will make a good story someday, now won’t it? I’m just growing
I might lose and find myself taking the long way I might hurt when I try to change somebody I just can’t change Make promises tomorrow I can’t keep Wash my clothes in my best friend’s bathroom sink Bring on the storm ’cause a girl like me needs rain
I’m just growing Wild as a weed, I’m picking up speed Kicking every wrong door wide open Looks a little crazy, don’t it? When I get older I’ve got plenty of time to get it all right, but this mess of mine Will make a good story someday, now won’t it? I’m just growing I’m just growing
Maybe I will, maybe I won’t Ever grow up, grow up Maybe I will, maybe I won’t But you know what?
I’m just growing Wild as a weed, I’m picking up speed Kicking every wrong door wide open Looks a little crazy, don’t it? When I get older I’ve got plenty of time to get it all right, but this mess of mine Will make a good story someday, now won’t it? I’m just growing I’m just growing Growing