How many times have I willed myself to cry
Why don't you step inside my world sometime
Will you see flowers in my bed tonight
I don't know how I am still alive
But I'm almost 22
I'm still writing songs about you
How many years does it take for ink to fade
Carved out in stone till the water makes its way
Reflecting backwards only starts again
I don't know how I can make amends
But I'm almost 22
I'm still writing songs about you
But I'm almost 22
I'm still writing songs for you
