G#                  C7               Fm             C#  
I've been skipping meals and dodging plans and listening to pop punk bands
G#           C7            Fm       C#  
I'm tired of tryna fake it like it's fine
    G#             C7                    Fm        A#7  
Been yelling at my friends and staying online til 3am
   G#                  D              Fm  
Hey teacher could you please extend my deadline
 A#m                                  A#7                          C#                   D#add9  
I Swore that I'd be done by now but I need another year or two to finish developing my mind

         C#       D#add9                  G#  
Oh, I'm a toddler running through the bank
    C#                D#add9           G#    C7   Fm  
They told me I'd grow out of all this adolescent angst
       A#m  
Why do I still relate to ladybird
  A#7  
And Taylor Swift makes me feel heard
    G#              C7               Fm  
It's like my pen is stuck to the last page
 C#                     D
And I can't finish my damn coming of age

G#      C7     Fm     C#   G#    C7    Fm  

 G#                   C7              Fm  
I count the New Years days I never changed
        C#                     G#  
The only difference is the pain piercing my
C7           Fm     C#  
temples every moring
 G#            C7              Fm  
A quarter century but I'm still me
           C#                G#  
Now with an overpriced degree
         C7             Fm  
I haven't seen since graduation
      A#m                              A#7  
Sure Id love to grab coffee soon but I might not text u back til June
       C#                          D#add9  
I'm not busy I'm just full of reservations
[Chorus 2]
     C#       D#add9                  G#  
I'm a toddler running through the bank
    C#                D#add9           G#    C7   Fm  
They told me I'd grow out of all this adolescent angst
          A#m  
Hate that I still relate with Ladybird
  A#7  
And Taylor's got a way with words
    G#              C7              Fm  
It's like my pen is stuck to the last page
     C#                 D
And I can't finish my damn coming of age

G#                 C7  
What's the point of growing up
         Fm         C#  
When it's obvious the world is fucked
  G#                     C7           Fm   C#  
By stuff someone thought up before my time
       G#               C7  
So I'll clean my toilet pay my bills
Fm          C#  
Eat my salad take my pills
    G#            C7             Fm  A#7  
In a box inside a city that's on fire
  C#                          D#add9  
No wonder why I always wake up tired

     C#       D#add9              G#  
I’m a toddler running through the bank
C#                 D#add9          G#    C7    Fm  
I don't think I'll grow out of my existential angst
            A#m  
I’ll skip the philosophical pretense
  A#7  
Cus Kierkegaard's a little dense
       G#              C7            Fm  
I can't focus, drawing doodles on the page
       C#    A#m  7  A#m  A#m  7A#m        Fm        A#7                D#add9  
Of this never-ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ending
D#  
coming of age
G#     C7      Fm  
(whistling)
C#  
La da da da da da
G#         C7       Fm       C#                       G#  
Daa da da da daa daa daa daa da la da da da da da dada daaaaaaaaaaaa