25

I’ll be twenty five at midnight

Was counting down but then my phone died

Now I can’t remember my way home

Drunk in an empty apartment

Text a few of my ex-lovers

One sends back a picture of his kid

I know I’m too young to die

But I’m too old to die young now

I’ll turn out these IKEA lights

Call my friends and say I love them

Yeah I’m safe, I’m just feeling low

Thinking my best self might be behind me

Fall in the background

Am I too young to think that it’s over now?

Well I guess I’m alone now

It’s only getting better when you come ‘round

(then you come ‘round)

And we try to find the good when it’s ill-defined

Faking like you understood why the best is behind

Now I’m dying in these four walls

Feeling smaller than I ever did remember

Is this forever?

I’m over it now

I’m too young to die

I’ll turn out these IKEA lights

Call my friends and say I love them

Yeah I’m safe, I’m just feeling low

Thinking my best self might be behind me

Thinking my best self might be behind me

Thinking my best self might be behind me