Full Grown

I see my mother in the mirror
Now more than ever
I hear my father
He’s talking right out of my mouth

Everything I know is still up for question
Everything I am is made up of moments
Everything I know I’m still second guessing
Everything I am is made up of time

I was a baby
On my way to full grown
Time moves the same as ever
But I still wonder where it all goes
I was a baby
On my way to full grown
Time moves the same as always
But sometimes it feels slow
It feels slow

I believe in something
Magic and miracles
I believe that love is fuel
And our bodies they are vehicles
On roads we’ll never surely know
Nothing is for certain
That I’m certainly sure of

Everything I know is still up for question
Everything I am is made up of moments
Everything I know I’m still second guessing
Everything I am is made up of time

I was – a baby – on my way to full grown