Don’t you ever get bored of the days that just seem to stick like glue?

To our cold skin. We are collecting dust.

In the creases of our face and we are only in our teens.

Don’t you ever get bored of the days that just seem to hang around?

Oh the days that make you feel like you’re going nowhere.

We’re going nowhere too fast.

 

And when I grow up, I don’t want to follow this timetable anymore,

And I when I grow up I don’t’ want to follow you anymore.

 

And I want tomorrow to be a new place that I have never been before.

I want to wake with a newfound love for the world.

I will seldom think of you and all your favourite little words.

I will remember everyday. I’ll remember them well.

 

And when I grow up, I don’t want to follow this timetable anymore,

And I when I grow up I don’t’ want to follow you anymore.