Twenty-Two - Intellectual

[Verse 1]

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"

And I'm terrified that my life is always changing

Never had a blank page or a clean slate I didn't write on

I ovеrfill my cup and my luck

And I drink 'til it's all gone

If this is a joke then thе punchline goes "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 3

Reach for my hand on a crowded street

I'm terrified that my life is always changing

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 6 months will I know what to do?

Will I have my answer at 22?

Something tells me that's an unlikely premonition