Текст песни I'm Not Seventeen - Owen

Hey cheekbones and eyes
I've been gone three weeks
Now I'm a mess
My stomach's on strike
And its been three weeks
Since my last breath

Well I don't know why I'm here
Cause I'm not in need of attention
And I'm not seventeen
And I don't believe
In that which I can't see

Well I swear
If I make it home with my mind and some skin on my bones
I'll be the first one to throw up
These car keys and this cell phone
So I can't leave or talk to anyone
And this stupid wristwatch
So I'm unaware of the time that I've lost
I'm trying to be that which I'm not