The Cranberries hum their tune
in my mom's Outback Subaru
And I'm scared of growing up,
and I'm scared that I've already grown.
Why are we driving so fast?
Let's linger at the next stop
Let's drive slow, with the windows down,
feel the cold wind mess up your hair.
Turn up the music, let the light in—
I'll be here forever.
Nov 10, 2023
Nov 10, 2023 at 2:00 PM UTC
The Cranberries hum their tune
in my mom's Outback Subaru
And I'm scared of growing up,
and I'm scared that I've already grown.
Why are we driving so fast?
Let's linger at the next stop
Let's drive slow, with the windows down,
feel the cold wind mess up your hair.
Turn up the music, let the light in—
I'll be here forever.
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