I trapped my face under the glass that held the spider
The eyes looked back much younger and wiser
There’s still eggshell on my head
And i’ll run it by my mother
But there’s air under the feet that I’ve been blessed enough to meet
I know there are still secrets my body keeps from me
But we’ve agreed to roll them out gradually
No grown ups on the planet
No grown ups on the planet
No best, better or satisfied
We’re free floating in the nervous belly of time
The blank page days wake up with writers block
They’re excited till they steal a glance at the impatient clock
I can’t speak for you but I’m prone to second guessing
To analyze the person I was or am becoming
Theres still eggshell on our heads
Our mothers lost her nerve
Time to jump the nest and become the world cause there are
No grown ups on the planet
No grown ups on the planet
No best, better or satisfied
We’re free floating in the nervous belly of time
no oh oh no oh oh grow, grow, no ups on the planet
no oh oh no oh oh grow, grown up, no grown ups on the planet
No grown ups on the planet
No grown ups on the planet
No best, better or satisfied
We’re free floating in the nervous belly of time