It's my Jordan year, and I thought that it 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 off by the flight And I still can't fly, everything looks good on paper, displayed on the shelf Nobody thinks they should save her, cause she's doing well Three hundred sixty-five 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 twenty-three 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 twenty-three The bags on my eyes, no they're not designer, but they're overpriced, I paid for with crying And every ex hits my phone, like happy birthday, are you alone? You tried to ruin twenty-two, so don't pretend that now we're cool Everything looks good on paper, displayed on the shelf Nobody thinks they should save her, cause she's doing well Three hundred sixty-five 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 twenty-three 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 twenty-three 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 twenty-three I hope that I'll see twenty-four, I hope I'll understand me more I hope my bed is over the wall I hope that I can care less, but I'm afraid to care less