[Verse 1]

It's my Jordan year

And I thought this shit would look good on me

But I just feel weird

And I still can't fly

Thought I'd be ahead, but I'm down by five

I'm on fight or flight

And I still can't fly

[Pre-Chorus]

Everything looks good on paper

Displayed on the shelf

And nobody thinks they should save her

'Cause she's doin' well

Three hundred sixty-five days later, I still haven't learned to calm down

But I blow candles out

My wish should be different by now

[Chorus]

But tomorrow I turn twenty-three

And it feels like everyone hates me

So, how old do you have to be

To live so young and careless?

My wish is that I cared less

At twenty-three

[Verse 2]

Thе bags on my eyes

No, they'rе not designer, but they're overpriced

I paid for with cryin' (Cry, cry, cry)

And every ex hits my phone

Like, "Happy birthday, are you alone?"

You tried to ruin twenty-two

So don't pretend that now we're cool

[Pre-Chorus]

Everything looks good on paper

Displayed on the shelf

And nobody thinks they should save her

'Cause she's doin' well

Three hundred sixty-five days later, I still haven't learned to calm down

But I blow candles out

My wish should be different by now

[Chorus]

But tomorrow I turn twenty-three

And it feels like everyone hates me

So, how old do you have to be

To live so young and careless?

My wish is that I cared less

At twenty-three

[Bridge]

It's my Jordan year (You tried to ruin twenty-two)

No they're not designer, but they're— (So don't pretend that now we're cool

)

Tomorrow I turn twenty-three

To be so young and careless?

My wish is that I cared less

Happy birthday, happy birthday

[Outro]

I hope that I'll see twenty-four

I hope I'll understand me more

I hope my bed is off the floor

I hope that I can care less, but I'm afraid to care less