Gold party dresses and half-baked confessions
Pleading obsessions on anything new
Millions of questions about my existence and if
I'm even cool
By now I thought that I'd checked off some boxes
Keep kicking my bucket list right down the street
They say I'm too young to think about
love But without it I feel incomplete
Another year full of static Mid-June feels so tragic
I lie here,
cry here Less melodramatic,
more anti-climatic
Mmmm
When I was younger
I used to
wonder if I'd have a boyfriend and we'd love each other
He'd tell me I'm pretty and make me feel nice
But I just feel he'd be surprised
My childhood's wasting and I'm scared to face it
I'm halfway to halfway to a midlife crisis
And I can't even drive yet Maybe I should get my license
Maybe I should get this life thing figured out
Another year full of static Mid-June feels so tragic
I lie here,
cry here Less melodramatic, more anti-climatic
I'm all out of sleep What a better sleep than this