I haven't been on a plane this year, but
I've traveled so many places
In my head
I haven't seen many friends this year, so
I've had to get along and hang out
With me instead

I saw all the parts I didn't like
So insecure, so quick to fight
I didn't know I was so codependent
I didn't know I had so much resentment
To the changes and the traumas
I was keeping in a closet
Way too much shit that I don't wanna go through
But I got nothing to do

I don't know where
Where I'm going
But I think I'm growing
Yeah, I think I'm growing
And it fucking hurts
In the moment
But I think I'm growing
Yeah, I think I'm growing (I think I'm growing)

Whoa, whoa, whoa
I think I'm growing
Yeah, I think I'm growing (I think I'm growing, baby)
Whoa, whoa, whoa (whoa, whoa)
I think I'm growing (I think I'm growing)
Yeah, I'm think I'm growing