A                  C#7               F#m             D  
I've been skipping meals and dodging plans and listening to pop punk bands
A           C#7            F#m       D  
I'm tired of tryna fake it like it's fine
    A             C#7                    F#m        B7  
Been yelling at my friends and staying online til 3am
   A                  D              F#m  
Hey teacher could you please extend my deadline
 Bm                                  B7                          D                   Eadd9  
I Swore that I'd be done by now but I need another year or two to finish developing my mind

         D       Eadd9                  A  
Oh, I'm a toddler running through the bank
    D                Eadd9           A    C#7   F#m  
They told me I'd grow out of all this adolescent angst
       Bm  
Why do I still relate to ladybird
  B7  
And Taylor Swift makes me feel heard
    A              C#7               F#m  
It's like my pen is stuck to the last page
 D                     D
And I can't finish my damn coming of age

A      C#7     F#m     D   A    C#7    F#m  

 A                   C#7              F#m  
I count the New Years days I never changed
        D                     A  
The only difference is the pain piercing my
C#7           F#m     D  
temples every moring
 A            C#7              F#m  
A quarter century but I'm still me
           D                A  
Now with an overpriced degree
         C#7             F#m  
I haven't seen since graduation
      Bm                              B7  
Sure Id love to grab coffee soon but I might not text u back til June
       D                          Eadd9  
I'm not busy I'm just full of reservations
[Chorus 2]
     D       Eadd9                  A  
I'm a toddler running through the bank
    D                Eadd9           A    C#7   F#m  
They told me I'd grow out of all this adolescent angst
          Bm  
Hate that I still relate with Ladybird
  B7  
And Taylor's got a way with words
    A              C#7              F#m  
It's like my pen is stuck to the last page
     D                 D
And I can't finish my damn coming of age

A                 C#7  
What's the point of growing up
         F#m         D  
When it's obvious the world is fucked
  A                     C#7           F#m   D  
By stuff someone thought up before my time
       A               C#7  
So I'll clean my toilet pay my bills
F#m          D  
Eat my salad take my pills
    A            C#7             F#m  B7  
In a box inside a city that's on fire
  D                          Eadd9  
No wonder why I always wake up tired

     D       Eadd9              A  
I’m a toddler running through the bank
D                 Eadd9          A    C#7    F#m  
I don't think I'll grow out of my existential angst
            Bm  
I’ll skip the philosophical pretense
  B7  
Cus Kierkegaard's a little dense
       A              C#7            F#m  
I can't focus, drawing doodles on the page
       D    Bm  7  Bm  Bm  7Bm        F#m        B7                Eadd9  
Of this never-ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ending
E  
coming of age
A     C#7      F#m  
(whistling)
D  
La da da da da da
A         C#7       F#m       D                       A  
Daa da da da daa daa daa daa da la da da da da da dada daaaaaaaaaaaa