Twenty-Two

Never had a birthday or a first date I didn't cry on Well, there's only been one date But last May I turned 21 Really takes the cake, there's salt on my face On the nights I'm supposed to celebrate But you know that I'm a stickler for tradition I wouldn't say it if it wasn't true But I'm a masochist who can't read the room What a joy to be alone and always ageing Blow the candles out as the lights go down He said, "I want you in the worst way now" I'm terrified that my life is always changing Oh, oh-oh-oh-oh Oh, ah-ha-ha-ah Never had a blank page or a clean slate I didn't write on I overfill my cup and my luck And I drink 'til it's all gone If this is a joke, then the punchline goes (the punchline goes) "The years fly fast and the days go slow" (the years fly fast and the days go slow) And humor is my coping mechanism I wouldn't say it if I hadn't learned But I'm a pacifist who craves self burns What a joy to be alone and always ageing Smile on the count of three You reach for my hand on a crowded street I'm terrified that my life is always changing Oh, oh-oh-oh-oh Oh, ah-ha-ha-ah I'm one foot out and one foot in Why does it feel like a race to the life I want? And why am I obsessed with competition? In six months will I know what to do? Will I have my answer at 22? Something tells me that's an unlikely premonition My key is turning, turning, turning In my ignition I wouldn't say it if it wasn't true But I'm a masochist who can't read the room What a joy to be alone and always ageing Blow the candles out as the lights go down He said, "I want you in the worst way now" I'm terrified, my life is always changing