I'm making mistakes, tryna hold it together
Millions having to die, tryna be a father figure
Cause my mom's afraid of the future
And her mom's losing track of the past
I never call home, goodbye feels so heavy
It's hard to let go, did I make it messy?
We don't talk about it,
so it never comes up But I still see you like a stain on the rug
I'm growing up,
watching the apples fall From the tree outside my window
I'm growing up,
counting the lessons I learned from the memories
I knew what I had to do from watching you
I knew what I had to do from watching you
So he's in the valley with Nana and Grampy Twins
on the field and they're picking strawberries
Riding home,
looking out at the lines on the road
In the back of a Ford station wagon
And they're all that close,
the years that were golden But I don't
get caught up in the heat of the moment
I'm growing up,
watching the apples fall From the tree outside my window
I'm growing up,
counting the lessons I learned from the memories
I knew what I had to do from watching you
I knew what I had to do from watching you
I'm growing up, tryna hold it together,
me and your seven and dad Tryna be a father figure
I'm growing up,
looking out at the lines on the road
In the back of a Ford station wagon
I'm growing up, tryna hold it together,
me and your seven and dad Tryna be a father figure
I'm growing up,
looking out at the lines on the road
In the back of a Ford station wagon
I knew what I had to do from watching you
I knew what I had to do from watching you