Almost Eighteen

I am vulnerable, irresistible,
and I’m just woman enough.

Kiss me on the cheek
and tell me how you like it rough.

I am wonderful, insufferable,
and you make me feel like God.

I’m almost eighteen,
but I’ve never seen that kind of love.

Was I worth it?
Do you stay up late like I do?

Did you mean it
when you said,
’I like you for you’?

Or was I just young enough
to treat so cruel?

I know
you’ll never come around
if I say no
oh, I wonder what it’d sound like
when it’s rumbling in the room.

As a girl who talks too soon
for her own good
am I not good?

’Cause I’m
Almost Eighteen,
and I think you saw the best of me.
Oh, I’m almost eighteen,
and I’m sick of love in every goddamn way.
Oh, I’m almost eighteen,
and I hope you’re hurting too.

Am I a woman yet?
An old nymphet?
A thought inside your head?
Hold me like a doll again
I don’t wanna forget that
love comes by,
and I won’t die
without you in my bed.
A fairytale, a tragic ailment
clinging to my neck.

Was I worth it?
Do you stay up late like I do?

Did you mean it
when you said,
’I like you for you’?

Or was I just young enough
to treat so cruel?

’Cause I’m
Almost Eighteen,
and I think you saw the best of me.
Oh, I’m almost eighteen,
and I’m sick of love in every goddamn way.
Oh, I’m almost eighteen,
and I hope you’re hurting too
’cause I’m almost eighteen,
and I’m still thinking of you.