But, if you really love me
You've got to find a way to showing it.
Is this really it?
Is this adulthood?
Tell me when it starts, when it gets good.

My father tell my mother into everything he hated.
And my mother tell my father into every guy her dated.
Who would've know?
Is this adulthood?
Tell me when it starts, when it gets good.

Is this the beautiful life?
Well, it might be yours,
But it's not mine.

Is this adulthood?
Tell me when it starts, when it gets good.
Is this the wonderful life?
Well, it might be yours,
But it's not mine.

Counting down the minutes and the hours,
Pulling out the petals on the flowers.
Counting down the seconds to adulthood.