Lines form on my face and hands
Lines form from the ups and downs
Im in the middle without any plans
Im a boy and Im a man

Im eighteen and I dont know what I want
Eighteen, I just dont know what I want
Eighteen, I gotta get away
Ive gotta get out of this place
Ill go running in outer space
Oh yeah

Ive gotta babys brain and an old mans heart
Took eighteen years to get this far
Dont always know what Im talking about
Feels like Im living in the middle of doubt
Cause im

Eighteen, I get confused everyday
Eighteen, I just dont know what to say
Eighteen, I gotta get away

Oh, lines form on my face and my hands
Lines form on the left and right
Im in the middle, the middle of life
Im a boy and Im a man

Im eighteen and I like it
Yes I like it
Well I like it, love it, like it, love it
Eighteen, eighteen, eighteen
Im eighteen and I like it