Wear your teeth, pretend you're eighteen
Maybe when you're tall you won't be scared of anything
Like hell waiting down below
Odd that you thought you'd go
Better touch all the table tops
And count all of the garden rocks

Out through the mouth, pretend you're eighteen
Maybe when you're grown this will all have been a dream
The bathroom mirror, the stucco walls
The devil waiting in the hall
The pretty wind and quiet snow
Paper clips all in a row

But life has tripped you up by your laces
They thought maybe you would stop with these phases
You came to a full stop in the races
'Cause life it just tripped you up by your laces
By your laces

Talk weather, like you're eighteen
Bandaging your background like your bleach clean
The waiting room, the hollow gaze
Acceptance of fleeting faith
Kids wearing their summer glow
Paper clips all in a row

'Cause life has tripped you up by your laces
They thought maybe you would stop with these phases
You came to a full stop in the races
'Cause life it just tripped you up by your laces
Yeah, life has tripped you up by your laces
They thought maybe you would stop with these phases
You came to a full stop in the races
'Cause life it just tripped you up by your laces
By your laces

Kids wearing their summer glow
Paper clips all in a row