Quarter Life Crisis (Edit)

Smoke signals and we're still here
Can hardly feel the ground
I know you love to disappear
We're turning the wrong way round
They go and dance
They play that indie song you're hating on
Yeah, they're not your friends
With their big plans on the weekends
At the parties they sing and I can't be there now
I can't be there now

The world's your oyster but that don't make sense
When life is full of little lies
And you may feel that you're like heaven-sent
It can all be such a surprise
So share your story, reach for glory
They gnash their teeth, they want to be the best
The world's your oyster to some extent
But I'm an adolescent mess

Quarter life crisis, quarter life crisis, quarter life crisis
Is this what I'm meant to be
Quarter life crisis, quarter life crisis, quarter life crisis
On the verge of twenty

Spinning around at the old schoolyard
We'd go here after dark
We'd get high and we wouldn't ask
There'd be no reason why
Even if our parents were fighting, our idols are dying
And we don't have no money yet
Your scoring ain't the highest
But that ain't your fault

Young and stupid, is what they say to us
Go take a backseat baby, you know you're not enough
Get me out of here, get me out of here, yeah

The world's your oyster but that don't make sense
When life is full of little lies
And you may feel that you're like heaven-sent
It can all be such a surprise
So share your story, reach for glory
They gnash their teeth, they want to be the best
The world's your oyster to some extent
But I'm in a quarter life crisis

Quarter life crisis, quarter life crisis, quarter life crisis
I'm an adolescent mess
Quarter life crisis, quarter life crisis, quarter life crisis
I'm in a quarter life crisis
Quarter life crisis, quarter life crisis, quarter life crisis
I'm an adolescent mess
Quarter life crisis, quarter life crisis, quarter life crisis



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Writer(s): Alaska Defraine
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