Gold party dresses and half-baked confessions
Bleeding 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 stares
Mid-June feels so tragic
I lie here, cry here
Less melodramatic, more anti-climatic
I'm all out of tears
What a bitter, sweet 16
When I was younger
I used to wonder if I'd have a boyfriend
And we'd love each other
He told me I'm pretty and make me feel nice
But I just feel shitty, surprised
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 dream about it
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 tears
What a bitter, sweet 16
Some of my life is a downhill from here
I refuse to believe they're the best of my years
My mind makes up stories but they sure don't help
Cause the me in my head is just worse than myself
Like a candle burning 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 tears
What a bitter, sweet 16