One more month of dirty sinks,
And evening walks, the finer things
The corner shop's our Coca Cola dealer
One more month of computer games
And cracking up, not much to say
We found a special kind of home right here
And promise me next year
We'll grab a drink
Much more often that you'd think
And when you give me lifts to town
I'll turn the heating up
We'll play charades
Though we never played charades
And I'll call you every time
I write a hook I love
Shit I guess we're growing up
Shit I guess we're growing up
One more month of escapades
You know my favourite kinda ways
To let the evening drift into the nighttime
One more month of DMC's
We shoot the shit with a cup of tea
A conversation melts into a lifeline
I promise I'll make time
And we'll grab a drink
Much more often that you'd think
And when you give me lifts to town
I turn the heating up
We'll play charades
Though we never played charades
And I'll call you every time
I write a hook I love
And I remember day one
Meeting my actual day ones
Now we're three years deep and I still think that you're the funny one
Over cornflakes at lunchtime and walking home on empty streets
If our day one doubles saw us now I know they'd have to be
Kinda smug about the people we've become
We'd have a hug and laugh about it in the sun
Stop and take a minute just to sit and sit with it
Like look mum we did it
Shit I guess we're growing up
Shit I guess we're growing up
Shit I guess we're growing up
Shit I guess we're growing up
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