I have less to say now I'm almost 20
Not that there's no stories, cos oh boy there's plenty
I know I'm still young and got more to live, got more to give
But when is enough, enough?
Starting to understand the way he saw me
Spoke to John and he said, that's not how he sees me
I know I'm still young and got more to live, got more to give
But when is enough, enough?
I know that sometimes I can be
Unforgiving I'm sorry
To her, give me grace
Oh I know that
Growing up means moving on and
sometimes I get all caught up
In one specific night, no proper goodbye
I'm turning 20 and I don't have a single clue
The only thing I have is God and me and you
Oh how do I make sense of it all?
It's just me and my piano and my nonsense thoughts
Maybe it's better when I get older
Mama says a pessimist doesn't get you further
Im old enough, understanding love, I knew more when
I wasn't turning twenty yet
I know that sometimes i can be
Unforgiving i'm sorry
To her, give me grace
Oh I know that
Growing up means moving on and
sometimes I get all caught up
In one specific night, no proper goodbye
I'm turning 20 and I don't have a single clue
The only thing I have is God and me and you
Oh how do I make sense of it all?
It's just me and my piano and my nonsense thoughts
I owe it to me
I owe it to little sweet old me
I'll take her with me
When I turn 20 I still won't have a single clue
The only thing I'll have is God and me and you
Oh how will i make sense of it all?
It's just me and my piano and my nonsense thoughts