What a weird time to be alive
I'm
stuck at 25
The next 25 will be in my life
That won't be burned or drowned or online
What a weird time to be alive
Growing old doesn't make goodbyes
Any
easier to
realize
Are we a product of a collective lie
If I'm gonna die I don't wanna die young
Scrolling through my life all the things I
haven't done
And I'm alone, they come and go
What do they see outside what they think of me
I don't wanna know,
are we getting old What a weird time to be alive
In my mind I'm stuck at 25 The next 25 will be in my life
That won't be burned or drowned or online
What a weird time to be alive Growing old doesn't make goodbyes
Any easier to
realize
Are we a product of a collective lie
I've been calling, calling,
calling
I've been calling, calling, calling
I've been calling, calling,
calling
What a weird time to be alive In my mind I'm stuck at 25
The next 25 will be in my life That
won't be burned or drowned or online
What a weird time to be alive Growing old doesn't make goodbyes
Are we a product of a collective lie