You're Doing Great

This girl's a little better than the last one

I wish she'd tell a joke that's what I would have done

I hear my thoughts and hope I catch them in the air

Before they crawl forward and they try to bite her

I do consider myself a nice person

Everybody does until the wrong situation

Cuz I see them write her name inside a star 

Can't tell if I'm a bitch or she could tune her guitar

Cuz there I am

Sitting on another floor in Brooklyn

And there she goes

I feel it bubble up the more I'm listening

What about love? What about it

You're 21

What do you know about anything

Maybe I'm just

A bitter 32

Maybe I'm mad that I'm not you

Upset for being late

It's not your fault, you're doing great

I caught myself hate-scrolling again

I better lock my phone and put it down before I spin out about it

I wanna lose this woman I've been

But at the same time I need her to self-actualize and

She goes on

As I'm sitting in another bar in Brooklyn

We applaud

The skin between my hands is stinging

What about love? What about it

You're 21

What do you know about anything

Maybe I'm just

A bitter 32

Maybe I'm mad that I'm not you

Upset for being late

I know you might listen and think I'm pathetic

And because I hate rejection I would say you're probably right

Go ahead tell me I should just try harder tell me that I'm not a martyr

And how fortune favors the brave

Oh is it courage that I'm lacking

Or is it passion

Or proclivity or talent

I'm tired of asking

Maybe God's played a joke on me

Leaving me in the wings

When will it be me

Oh when will it be me

What about love? What about it

You're 21

What do you know about anything

Maybe I'm just

A bitter 32

Maybe I'm mad that I'm not you

Upset for being late

It's not your fault, you're doing great

You're doing great