Little long legs (Demo)

[Verse 1]
I live my life like a coming of age film
Won't stop for some time 'cause I'm coming of age still
Sometimes people are mean, so I used to hide in the washing machine
But my legs kept on growing, and I knowing I wouldn't fit anymore
Sometimes I still go back, my legs dangle out of the door
Lately, skipping school is the route I prefer to take more
What does that make of me?
What does that make of me?

[Chorus]
Looking forward to annual things, not my birthday, try New Year's Eve
Oncе a year, we start a new yеar, yet again, it's not guaranteed
Looking forward to less nowadays
Wonder if age plays a part; hope my brush doesn't run out of paint before I even start

[Bridge]
But where's my field of flowers?
Where's the soulmate that I meet by chance?
At least I don't have to race against the terminal tropes of romance
But I wouldn't mind rain or a guy who speaks solely in poetry quotes or a dance
Or a ticket to France; I find myself stepping on ants accidentally
What does that make of me?
What does that make of me?

[Outro]
I realize that I'm still coming of age
I think I might just be coming of age until the day I cease to exist
Roll the credits, I insist; someday I may just wrinkle and shrink down enough to still fit
The washing machine
And I'll hide from my worries as my credits roll down on the screen