Quarter Life Crisis

Stayin' up 'til six 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

Feeling half alive

Don't mean to kill the vibe

Losing 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 obsessing

A curse and a blessing

Look at myself, who is she?

Not where I thought I'd be

Rose colored glasses

Can't mask the time passing

Losing my grip, but can't let go

Guess this is reaping 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

Floating ain't the same as swimming

I know I ain't drowning

But breathing isn't living

Falling ain't the same as flying

If I say I'm alright

Then I'd just be lying, '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