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i might never fall in love
and never feel at home
but i have all the things i need
to never feel alone.
i've got good looks and some bad habits
a stack of books and an old guitar
and i've got big plans to make things happen
but i'm still not sure of what they are.
without a place to keep my heart
i'll wear it on my sleeve
and without a man to break it
i'll never have to grieve.
'cause i've got great friends to see me through
a nickel bag of pot and a pack of cigarettes
and i know i won't be 18 forever
but growing up doesn't have to happen yet.
but if i ever fall in love
and settle in my ways
i just hope i won't regret
the way i've spent my days.
and never feel at home
but i have all the things i need
to never feel alone.
i've got good looks and some bad habits
a stack of books and an old guitar
and i've got big plans to make things happen
but i'm still not sure of what they are.
without a place to keep my heart
i'll wear it on my sleeve
and without a man to break it
i'll never have to grieve.
'cause i've got great friends to see me through
a nickel bag of pot and a pack of cigarettes
and i know i won't be 18 forever
but growing up doesn't have to happen yet.
but if i ever fall in love
and settle in my ways
i just hope i won't regret
the way i've spent my days.