According to the internet and psychology books, I'm supposed to have it figured out

My frontal cortex will be fully developed against my will

I don't know what to do now, in my mid-twenties, my mid-twenties, it's not funny

All my friends have houses and men and I just have a guitar, that often collects dust

But the ache in me that makes me sing is mostly from all the love that I've lost

In my mid-twenties, my mid-twenties, it's not funny

In my mid-twenties, my mid-twenties, it's not funny

And all I've ever been told is not to get old, how is that something I can control

I've been waiting for a sign, tunnel at the end of the line, to figure out who I'm supposed to be

In my mid-twenties, my mid-twenties, it's not funny

In my mid-twenties, my mid-twenties, it's not funny