Lyrics The Price of Growing Up - Watsky

The Price of Growing Up

We’re just some fleas on the back of some slightly bigger fleas
On a dog on a boat full of holes that barely floats
On a sea full of souls full of secrets we can’t know
Facing facts isn’t nice
But it’s the price of growing up
It’s the price of growing up
It’s the price of growing up
It’s the price of growing up
We get to drive, get to smoke, get to fuck and vote and booze
Get to bruise like a peach when we lose it all
But you only lose what was gained, and we gained so much
So thanks (Thanks!) for the drinks (Cheers!), here’s the check
It’s the price of growing up
It’s the price of growing up
It’s the price of growing up
It’s the price of growing up
It’s the price of growing up
It’s the price of growing up
It’s the price of growing up
It’s the price of growing up