Quarter Life Crisis

Stayin' up 'til 6 a.m. Losin' sleep so I don't lose friends Swear it's the last time Or else I'll lose my mind Another weekend, outta my hands Another party I can't stand Feelin' half alive Don't mean to kill the vibe Losin' my grip, but can't let go So I say "Yes" when I mean "No" Foot on the gas, I lost control If I could do whatever I wanna I'd disappear in my Impala Drive far away from California Left to my devices, it's a quarter-life crisis If I never make a dollar As the star of my own melodrama I'll be doin' what I wanna Left to my devices, it's a quarter-life crisis Sadness and jealousy Looked it up on WebMD Can't stop obsessin' A curse and a blessin' Look at myself, who is she? Not where I thought I'd be Rose colored glasses Can't mask the time passin' Losin' my grip, but can't let go Guess this is reapin' what I sow Foot on the gas, I lost control (One, two, three, four) If I could do whatever I wanna I'd disappear in my Impala Drive far away from California Left to my devices, it's a quarter-life crisis If I never make a dollar As the star of my own melodrama I'll be doin' what I wanna Left to my devices, it's a quarter-life crisis Floatin' ain't the same as swimmin' I know I ain't drownin' But breathin' isn't livin' Fallin' ain't the same as flyin' If I say I'm alright Then I'd just be lyin', 'cause If I could do whatever I wanna I'd disappear in my Impala Drive far away from California Left to my devices, fuck a quarter-life crisis (one, two, three, four) If I never make a dollar As the star of my own melodrama I'll be doin' what I wanna Left to my devices, it's a quarter-life crisis Left to my devices, it's a quarter-life crisis