I haven't been on a plane this year, but I've traveled so many places In my head I haven't seen many friends this year, so I've had to get along and hang out With me instead I saw all the parts I didn't like So insecure, so quick to fight I didn't know I was so codependent I didn't know I had so much resentment To the changes and the traumas I was keeping in a closet Way too much shit that I don't wanna go through But I got nothing to do I don't know where Where I'm going But I think I'm growing Yeah, I think I'm growing And it fucking hurts In the moment But I think I'm growing Yeah, I think I'm growing (I think I'm growing) Whoa, whoa, whoa I think I'm growing Yeah, I think I'm growing (I think I'm growing, baby) Whoa, whoa, whoa (Whoa, whoa) I think I'm growing (I think I'm growing) Yeah, I'm think I'm growing