Sixteen

Intro

Sixteen...

Just waiting for the walls to move.

Verse 1

Sixteen candles burning down on the sill

This house is a cage and the air is too still

Heavy footsteps walking down the long hall

I hold my breath and press my back to the wall

Another screaming match before the sun goes down

They build a prison in the center of town

Can't find my keys and I can't find my peace

Just looking for a way to catch a release

Chorus

But there's an open road somewhere outside this room

A place where flowers actually get to bloom

I'm breaking through the static, silencing the scream

Trading all the nightmares for a better dream

Gotta run, gotta fly, gotta find out who I am

Far away from the slamming doors and the hollow scams

Yeah, I'm getting out.

Verse 2

The bruises don't show but they run pretty deep

I count the minutes when they're falling asleep

Packing up a duffel bag under my bed

Remembering every single word that they said

They call it love but it feels like a chain

A constant storm of emotional rain

Two more years feels like a lifetime to wait

I'm standing frozen at the edge of the gate

Chorus

But there's an open road somewhere outside this room

A place where flowers actually get to bloom

I'm breaking through the static, silencing the scream

Trading all the nightmares for a better dream

Gotta run, gotta fly, gotta find out who I am

Far away from the slamming doors and the hollow scams

Yeah, I'm getting out.

Verse 3

The kitchen clock is ticking loud in the dark

I'm looking outside for a wandering spark

Sirens fading out somewhere in the street

I feel the floorboards shaking under my feet

You learn to read the shadows over the door

You learn to keep your eyes glued down to the floor

A normal childhood is a beautiful lie

I'm sixteen years old and I'm ready to fly

Chorus

But there's an open road somewhere outside this room

A place where flowers actually get to bloom

I'm breaking through the static, silencing the scream

Trading all the nightmares for a better dream

Gotta run, gotta fly, gotta find out who I am

Far away from the slamming doors and the hollow scams

Yeah, I'm getting out.

Verse 4

I watch the headlights passing by on the glass

Just praying that the final seasons will pass

There is a world outside of this living hell

Where I can finally have a story to tell

No longer hiding from the sound of the voice

I'm going to make it out and make my own choice

The morning light is breaking soft on the screen

I'm leaving everything behind at sixteen

Outro

Trading the shadows for the light...

Finding peace.

Moving forward.