When I turned eight

I couldn’t hardly wait

To be the age I am today

And when I was thirteen

I couldn’t wait to be

"all grown up" or so it seemed



now I’m sixteen

and this isn’t what I dreamed



I’m still trapped in this house

I’ve still gotta watch my mouth

and I still haven’t been taken out

I still can’t drive a car

so I still can’t go far

and my only friend is still this guitar



This is the not so sweet

part of sixteen



Well the sad truth is

ignorance is bliss

'cause birthday candles don’t grant you any wish

money don’t grow on trees

you still fall and scrape your knees

but now there’s no one around to help you when you bleed




I know I’m sixteen

but I wanna go back to make believe



I’m still trapped in this house

I’ve still gotta watch my mouth

and I still haven’t been taken out

I still can’t drive a car

so I still can’t go far

and my only friend is still this guitar



This is the not so sweet

part of sixteen



I’ve had my share of fairytales but

I really thought this wasn’t one

I thought being sixteen meant being happy

but I was wrong, I was wrong



so now I’m sixteen

and I’m a little less naive


but


I’m still trapped in this house

I’ve still gotta watch my mouth

and I still haven’t been taken out

I still can’t drive a car

so I still can’t go far

and my only friend is still my guitar



This is the not so sweet

part of sixteen



not so sweet sixteen