23

It's my Jordan year And I thought this shit would look good on me But I just feel weird And I still can't fly Thought I'd be ahead, but I'm down by five I'm on fight or flight And I still can't fly Everything looks good on paper Displayed on the shelf And nobody thinks they should save her 'Cause she's doin' well 365 days later I still haven't learned to calm down But I blow candles out My wish should be different by now But tomorrow I turn 23 And it feels like everyone hates me So, how old do you have to be To live so young and careless? My wish is that I cared less At 23 The bags on my eyes No, they're not designer, but they're overpriced I paid for with cryin' (cry, cry, cry) And every ex hits my phone Like, "Happy birthday, are you alone?" You tried to ruin 22 So don't pretend that now we're cool Everything looks good on paper Displayed on the shelf And nobody thinks they should save her 'Cause she's doin' well 365 days later I still haven't learned to calm down But I blow candles out My wish should be different by now But tomorrow I turn 23 And it feels like everyone hates me So, how old do you have to be To live so young and careless? My wish is that I cared less At 23 (It's my Jordan year) (No they're not designer, but they're) (Tomorrow I turn 23) (Everyone hates me) (Happy birthday, happy birthday) I hope that I'll see 24 I hope I'll understand me more I hope my bed is off the floor I hope that I can care less But I'm afraid to care less