(I don't wanna be 20-something

And still in my head about

17 in my bedroom talking

You said that by now, we'd

Paint the walls of our shared apartment

You're still everything I want and

I think we could work it out

So what are you doing now?)

Breathe in, breathe out

Breathe in, breathe out

Breathe in, breathe out

Breathe in, breathe out

I'm talking to my mirror but he won't answer

I just wanna' work this out without the banter

And get to business because I'm not a kid anymore

I'm almost an adult but still, I just sit on the floor

And lie here in paralyzed fear that all of my peers

Will live life cheered and I'll be stuck chasing my dreams until I die here

I just wanna live life clear

And not be stuck workin' a nine to five that I'm not happy with

Whether fryin' fries or sittin' behind a desk while I divide by pi

I'd rather get into a car crash and die inside

Because then my life would have as much meaning

As sitting in my bed all day and doing nothing

Besides waitin' on my ride to pick me up and bring me to a

Fuck, sorry for being cynical

It's just that I don't wanna be 20-something

And still in my head about

17 in my bedroom talking

I thought that by now

I'd have worked out what I want accomplished

Before I land in my coffin

I think I could work this out

But I just need time

I don't wanna be 20-something

And still in my head about

17 in my bedroom talking

I thought that by now

I'd have worked out what I want accomplished

Before I land in my coffin

I think I could work this out

But I just need time

But that's the scary part, it's I ain't got time

I've had to pretend that I'm ok when I'm not fine

Juggling school work and a job,

My friends, my mental health has got me Googling a hotline

I'm being pressured by everybody around me

To figure out if I'm going in state, out, or county

But how the fuck would I know?

All I know's if you doubt me, don't be surprised if I flip out

Because I'm still right where you found me in the seventh grade

The fucking man of the class

There ain't no bandage or cast that could heal the damage I had

But I got a pen and a pad and somehow managed to grab

And bottle all of my anger then fuckin' cannon it back

And I still am and I'm mad

This is the best shit I've written, mixed with this excellent mixin'

Right now, I'm setting this shit and tellin' you all how it's gon' be

I'll give you records and then you'll give me respect and big checks

Because I'm done settlin' for this shit.

'Cause I'm not gonna be 20-something

And still in my head about

17 in my bedroom talking

I thought that by now

I'd have worked out what I want accomplished

Before I land in my coffin

I think I could work this out

But I just need time

Breathe in, breathe out

Breathe in, breathe out

Breathe in, breathe out

Breathe in, breathe out

(I don't wanna be 20-something

And still in my head about

17 in my bedroom talking

You said that by now, we'd

Paint the walls of our shared apartment

You're still everything I want and

I think we could work it out

So what are you doing now?)