Growing up Alone Songtext

von Philadelphia Grand Jury

Dear Miss Hope, why ain't you home?
(She's down the road with a guy that you don't know)
And at the same time I'm growing up alone

Don't tell me about the way that I should be
I'm sorry but my heart needs to sleep
And I can't help the way that I have felt
The way I can't now feel without anyone else
And at the same time I'm growing up alone

So here I am, I'm your biggest fan
I'll try and track you down wherever I can
And at the same time I'm growing up alone

You controlled my head for the Bank Holiday
You controlled my head for the Bank Holiday
You controlled my head for the Bank Holiday (I won't stand for it)