C#                  F7               A#m             F#  
I've been skipping meals and dodging plans and listening to pop punk bands
C#           F7            A#m       F#  
I'm tired of tryna fake it like it's fine
    C#             F7                    A#m        D#7  
Been yelling at my friends and staying online til 3am
   C#                  D              A#m  
Hey teacher could you please extend my deadline
 D#m                                  D#7                          F#                   G#add9  
I Swore that I'd be done by now but I need another year or two to finish developing my mind

         F#       G#add9                  C#  
Oh, I'm a toddler running through the bank
    F#                G#add9           C#    F7   A#m  
They told me I'd grow out of all this adolescent angst
       D#m  
Why do I still relate to ladybird
  D#7  
And Taylor Swift makes me feel heard
    C#              F7               A#m  
It's like my pen is stuck to the last page
 F#                     D
And I can't finish my damn coming of age

C#      F7     A#m     F#   C#    F7    A#m  

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I count the New Years days I never changed
        F#                     C#  
The only difference is the pain piercing my
F7           A#m     F#  
temples every moring
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A quarter century but I'm still me
           F#                C#  
Now with an overpriced degree
         F7             A#m  
I haven't seen since graduation
      D#m                              D#7  
Sure Id love to grab coffee soon but I might not text u back til June
       F#                          G#add9  
I'm not busy I'm just full of reservations
[Chorus 2]
     F#       G#add9                  C#  
I'm a toddler running through the bank
    F#                G#add9           C#    F7   A#m  
They told me I'd grow out of all this adolescent angst
          D#m  
Hate that I still relate with Ladybird
  D#7  
And Taylor's got a way with words
    C#              F7              A#m  
It's like my pen is stuck to the last page
     F#                 D
And I can't finish my damn coming of age

C#                 F7  
What's the point of growing up
         A#m         F#  
When it's obvious the world is fucked
  C#                     F7           A#m   F#  
By stuff someone thought up before my time
       C#               F7  
So I'll clean my toilet pay my bills
A#m          F#  
Eat my salad take my pills
    C#            F7             A#m  D#7  
In a box inside a city that's on fire
  F#                          G#add9  
No wonder why I always wake up tired

     F#       G#add9              C#  
I’m a toddler running through the bank
F#                 G#add9          C#    F7    A#m  
I don't think I'll grow out of my existential angst
            D#m  
I’ll skip the philosophical pretense
  D#7  
Cus Kierkegaard's a little dense
       C#              F7            A#m  
I can't focus, drawing doodles on the page
       F#    D#m  7  D#m  D#m  7D#m        A#m        D#7                G#add9  
Of this never-ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ending
G#  
coming of age
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(whistling)
F#  
La da da da da da
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Daa da da da daa daa daa daa da la da da da da da dada daaaaaaaaaaaa