Quarter Life Crisis

Standing in my childhood mirror I seem taller But I know I'm still the same height As when I got My ears pierced Gritting my teeth through the sharp pain And why is my room so much colder Now that I'm older? I remember every sweater In the closet Like it's a locket I cut the picture in a heart shape Now I'm sitting in this bed that's not the one I Grew up in Feels something like a quarter life crisis Now my life is gone Wanna tiptoe down the hall Through the dark So my mom Can fight all of the monsters right off But they don't want protection They want self-reflection and I'm lost Between the linen closet and the bathroom The sad gloom Will catch up to us pretty damn soon I have to move on Now I'm sitting in this bed that's not the one I Grew up in Feels something like a quarter life crisis Now my life is gone All these pictures on the wall of someone happy A past me Now everything's like something from a Bad dream This can't be all My varsity letter And dreams I'd be better Wasted on whatever this became I wanted to make it I can't even fake it Oh, what a shame it went this way Now I'm sitting in this bed that's not the one I Grew up in Feels something like a quarter life crisis Now my life is gone All these pictures on the wall of someone happy A past me Now everything's like something from a Bad dream This can't be all Standing in my childhood mirror I seem taller