Mom, I’m sorry.

slept too late again,

forgot the vitamins you bought —

yeah, I know you hate that.

You said, “come back to church sometime,”

but I don’t even pray when I’m high.

your heart’s burning up inside,

mine too — just slower, wrapped in smoke.

every blunt I light,

feels like a piece of you sighing.

I swear I’ll quit,

then I take another hit,

watch it fade to the ceiling —

same lie, same peace.

i don’t think i will grow up,

still that kid who messed things up.

light it up, then breathe it slow,

let it fade, just let it go.

i don’t think i will grow up,

don’t wanna change, don’t need that luck.

the world keeps spinnin’, i stay stuck,

i wish i was a magical girl.

i don’t think i will grow up,

still that kid who messed things up.

light it up, then breathe it slow,

let it fade, just let it go.

i don’t think i will grow up,

don’t wanna change, don’t need that luck.

the world keeps spinnin’, i stay stuck,

i wish i was a magical girl.

being an adult is way too heavy,

어른 되는 게 너무나도 scary.

공부보다 힘든 건 being a wife,

house work, cleaning, cooking life.

청소, 빨래, 요리 — repeat,

i lose myself between the sheets.

dreams on hold, bills on line,

but i still say, “i’m fine, i’m fine.”

난 철들기 싫어, 엄마

애 같기도 무섭고

어른의 무게를 짊어지기엔

내 어깨는 아직 작아

세상은 자꾸 나한테 말해

이제는 변해야 한다고

근데 난 아직도 모르겠어

그게 진짜 행복인 건지

i don’t think i will grow up,

still that kid who messed things up.

light it up, then breathe it slow,

let it fade, just let it go.

i don’t think i will grow up,

don’t wanna change, don’t need that luck.

the world keeps spinnin’, i stay stuck,

i wish i was a magical girl.

maybe that’s okay,

maybe i’m built this way.

thirty-two, still twenty-two —

and i like it that way.