You're Not A Kid Anymore, You Deliver My Mail

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You’re not a kid anymore
You’re not a kid anymore
You’re not a kid anymore, you deliver my mail
Kid anymore
You’re not a kid anymore, you deliver my mail
Kid anymore

You’re not a kid anymore, you deliver my mail
Your face is pale, your drugs are laced, your shoes have been
Taken from you by your mother’s ex-boyfriend
He still lives here, he still sleeps with her, they’re just
Not exactly exclusive
Woah oh, woah oh oh
Woah oh, woah oh oh

You’re not a kid anymore, you deliver my mail
Your lips are chapped, you fight back tears
‘Cause even the slightest discomfort makes you feel like you’re dying
I hear pills only work if you take them the same time each day
You deliver my mail

Everyone seems so scared to be in the same room as you are
They don’t know what they’ll say to upset you, ‘cause anything can upset you
Maybe it’s time to invest in a new mental illness
‘Cause this one don’t flatter you
But God knows you’re not interesting enough to go without one

You’re not a kid anymore, you deliver my mail
You’re not a kid anymore, you deliver my mail
Woah oh, woah oh oh
Woah oh, woah oh oh

You’re not a kid anymore
You’re not a kid anymore
You’re not a kid anymore, you deliver my mail
Kid anymore
You’re not a kid anymore, you deliver my mail
Kid anymore
You deliver my mail

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from I Won The Pageant, released February 24, 2017

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