Philadelphia Grand Jury - Growing Up Alone lyrics

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)