Girl Singing In The Wreckage

It's my primary instinct To protect the child Girl singing in the wreckage My dress is torn, my hair is wild Girl singing in the wreckage My first car, my early boyfriend Girl singing in the wreckage Wet weekends, new years eve parties Girl singing in the wreckage Hour, after hour after hour Hour, after hour after hour My 18th birthday, I'll die of boredom Girl singing in the wreckage My private world is smashed right open Girl singing in the wreckage My 1st trip, my expectations I had a dream that it would end like this No destiny, no destination You hit the ground and then it stops Hour, after hour after hour Hour, after hour after hour Hour, after hour after hour Hour, after hour after hour I miss my hometown, it's nothing special Call my parents let them know I've arrived My primary instinct is to protect the child Send the postcard from the airport