25 years in the making

Couldn't feel shit so I faked it

Hoping one day I can face it

Well, I'm facing it all

Grew up too quick and too faded

Is that why my bones are all aching?

And I did too much just to rage-quit

But I started it all

Burning out quicker than all the candles on my cake

And I don't know when I decided it's okay to feel this way

I thought I knew but how did I get this far?

Midnight is due, but it's always the eleventh hour

25 candles feel like 25 too many

All my friends are calling but I don't think I'm ready

Blow my phone up with your love, cue the confetti

Thank you all so very much, happy quarter-life crisis to me

25 years in the making

Couldn't feel shit so I faked it

Hoping one day I can face it

Now I'm facing it all