Late Bloomer

(álbum: Mother Tongue - 2022)

Baby's fourteen, innocent and naive
Just a tangle of limbs, all elbows and knees
Walking around like a little string bean
She's just a late bloomer

Other girls in her class got boobs and an ass
Hickies and weed, what the hell is all that?
She knew once you cross over, you can never go back
She's just a late bloomer

Time is already fast enough
So, tell me what's the big rush?
Who cares what they say
Do it your own way at your own pace
Late bloomer

Baby's twenty-five and still playing in dives
Distracted and happy but the bank account's dry
Got friends getting married with a six figure life
She's just a late bloomer

And a timeline is really a crime
'Cause life doesn't move in a straight line
It's a fine line between truth and advice
One has a way of making you feel behind

Time is already fast enough
So, tell me what's the big rush?
Who cares what they say
Do it your own way at your own pace
Late bloomer

And a timeline is really a crime
'Cause life doesn't move in a straight line
It's a fine line between truth and advice
One has a way of making you feel behind
And a timeline is really a crime
'Cause life doesn't move in a straight line
It's a fine line between truth and advice
One has a way of making you feel behind

Baby's thirty-two with something to prove
Thinks if it hasn't happened yet, it wasn't supposed to
But maybe the fear has been lying to you
Don't worry, late bloomer