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 hear,
cry hear Less melodramatic,
more anti-climatic
Mm, mm, mm, mm, mm, mm, mm, mm, mm, mm
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 shitty, surprise
My childhood's wasted 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'm high here,
cry here Less melodramatic,
more anticlimactic
I'm all out of spheres What a bitter sweet sink
Some of my life is a downhill from here I
refuse to believe they're the best of my
And I'm done burning out
Another year full of static Mid-June feels so tragic
I'm high here,
cry here Less melodramatic,
more anticlimactic