I'm a full grown man, held by my hand

untucking my shirt whenever I can

get away with, but I probably wont

cause they'll still be listening when I'm on the phone


Quit telling me who I Should be

One of these days I'll be one my own

Quit watching me, even stalking me

and let go of my hand, cause I'm gonna be a man


I'm in my 20's I wonder where I'd be

If i didnt listen when they say what's good for me

I guess its alright, I've never been in a fight

Probably cause I'm home before midnight


It would just be the same if I moved on

Things will never change, even when I'm gone

I know it seems strange, I know its not tough

That this would only change if I would speak up