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