Coming Of Age
Your face in fluorescent looks different in the daylight
Like, was it a love affair or just a lot of late nights?
Like, you had the speaking parts but I guess I was the playwright
Oh, oh-woah-oh
I couldn't escape you like the airwaves of the bass line
And I couldn't erase you like a tattoo on my waistline
If it was a first kiss, how come it felt like a snake bite?
Oh, oh-woah-oh
I wish I would've seen it sooner
Why did it take me (hey, hey, hey)
Ages to say it? (Hey, hey, hey)
I wasn't your cliché
Oh no, this is my coming of age (age)
Oh, oh, my coming of age
Oh, oh, my coming of age
I'm quarrying new ground and I'm burning all your CDs
Baby, I'm the Iliad, of course you couldn't read me
So I'll leave you behind, but that don't mean it's easy
Oh, oh-woah-oh (oh, oh, oh)
I wish I would've seen it sooner
Why did it take me (hey, hey, hey)
Ages to say it? (Hey, hey, hey)
I wasn't your cliché
Oh no, this is my coming of age
I send my silence away
Printing my blood on the page
You stole my love and I paid
But you couldn't keep what you couldn't take
I know I made you the big star
I let you butcher my big heart
But it's my song and my stage
And it's my coming of age
Why did it take me (hey, hey, hey)
Ages to say it? (Hey, hey, hey)
I wasn't your cliché
Oh, no, this is my coming of age
I wish I could've seen it, God
I wish I could've seen it, God
I wish I could've seen it, God
God, I wish that I could've seen it, God
Like, was it a love affair or just a lot of late nights?
Like, you had the speaking parts but I guess I was the playwright
Oh, oh-woah-oh
I couldn't escape you like the airwaves of the bass line
And I couldn't erase you like a tattoo on my waistline
If it was a first kiss, how come it felt like a snake bite?
Oh, oh-woah-oh
I wish I would've seen it sooner
Why did it take me (hey, hey, hey)
Ages to say it? (Hey, hey, hey)
I wasn't your cliché
Oh no, this is my coming of age (age)
Oh, oh, my coming of age
Oh, oh, my coming of age
I'm quarrying new ground and I'm burning all your CDs
Baby, I'm the Iliad, of course you couldn't read me
So I'll leave you behind, but that don't mean it's easy
Oh, oh-woah-oh (oh, oh, oh)
I wish I would've seen it sooner
Why did it take me (hey, hey, hey)
Ages to say it? (Hey, hey, hey)
I wasn't your cliché
Oh no, this is my coming of age
I send my silence away
Printing my blood on the page
You stole my love and I paid
But you couldn't keep what you couldn't take
I know I made you the big star
I let you butcher my big heart
But it's my song and my stage
And it's my coming of age
Why did it take me (hey, hey, hey)
Ages to say it? (Hey, hey, hey)
I wasn't your cliché
Oh, no, this is my coming of age
I wish I could've seen it, God
I wish I could've seen it, God
I wish I could've seen it, God
God, I wish that I could've seen it, God
Credits
Writer(s): Maisie Hannah Peters, Elvira Anderfjard, Tove Burman
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