[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
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
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