Owen - I'm Not Seventeen lyrics

Hey cheekbones and eyes I've been gone three weeks, now I'm a mess My stomach's on strike And it's been three weeks since my last breath Well, I don't know why I'm here 'Cause I'm not in need of attention And I'm not seventeen And I don't believe in that which I can't see Well, I swear if I make it home With my mind and some skin on my bones I'll be the first one to throw up these car keys and this cell phone So I can't leave or talk to anyone And this stupid wristwatch so I'm unaware of the time that I've lost I'm trying to be that which I'm not