23

It's my Jordan year

And I thought this shit would look good on me

But I just feel weird

And I still can't fly

Thought I'd be ahead

But I'm down by five

I'm on fight or flight

And I still can't fly

Everything looks good on paper

Displayed on the shelf

And nobody thinks they should save her

'Cause she's doing well

365 days later

I still haven't learned to calm down

But I blow candles out

My wish should be different by now

But tomorrow I turn 23

And it feels like everyone hates me

So how old do you have to be

To live so young and careless?

My wish is that I cared less

At 23

The bags on my eyes

No, they're not designer

But they're overpriced

I paid for with crying

Cry, cry, cry

And every ex hits my phone

Like happy birthday, are you alone?

You tried to ruin 22

So don't pretend that now we're cool

Everything looks good on paper

Displayed on the shelf

And nobody thinks they should save her

'Cause she's doing well

365 days later

I still haven't learned to calm down

But I blow candles out

My wish should be different by now

But tomorrow I turn 23

And it feels like everyone hates me

So how old do you have to be

To live so young and careless?

My wish is that I cared less

At 23

Happy birthday

Happy birthday

I hope that I'll see 24

I hope I'll understand me more

I hope my bed is off the floor

I hope that I can care less

But I'm afraid to care less