It's so weird I'm getting older, I think I'm aging well I wish someone had told me I'd be doing this by myself There's reasons that I'm thankful, there's a lot I'm grateful for But it's different when a stranger's always waiting at your door Which is ironic, cause the strangers seem to want me more than anyone before Too bad they're usually deranged Last week, I realized I crave pity When I retell a story, I make everything sound worse Can't shake the feeling, that I'm just bad at healing And maybe that's the reason why each sentence sounds rehearsed Which is ironic, cause when I wasn't honest I was still being ignored Looking for attention, just to gain reflection Now we're estranged Things I once enjoyed, just keep me employed now Things I'm longing for, someday I'll be bored of It's so weird Oh, it's so weird That we care so much, until we don't I'm getting older, I've got more on my shoulders But I'm getting better at admitting when I'm wrong I'm happier than ever, at least that's my endeavor To keep myself together and prioritize my pleasure Cause to be honest, I just wish that what I promised Would depend on what I'm given Wasn't my decision, to be abused Things I once enjoyed, just keep me employed now Things I'm longing for, someday I'll be bored of It's so weird Oh, we care so much, until we don't Oh, we care so much, until we don't But next week, I hope I'm somewhere laughing For anybody asking, I promise I'll be fine I've had some drama, felt things I didn't wanna Was too afraid to tell ya, but now I think it's time