Quarter Life Crisis

Standing in my childhood mirror
I seem taller
But I know I'm still the same height
As when I got
My ears pierced
Gritting my teeth through the sharp pain

And why is my room so much colder
Now that I'm older?
I remember every sweater
In the closet
Like it's a locket
I cut the picture in a heart shape

Now I'm sitting in this bed that's not the one I
Grew up in
Feels something like a quarter life crisis
Now my life is gone

Wanna tiptoe down the hall
Through the dark
So my mom
Can fight all of the monsters right off
But they don't want protection
They want self-reflection and I'm lost

Between the linen closet and the bathroom
The sad gloom
Will catch up to us pretty damn soon
I have to move on

Now I'm sitting in this bed that's not the one I
Grew up in
Feels something like a quarter life crisis
Now my life is gone

All these pictures on the wall of someone happy
A past me
Now everything's like something from a
Bad dream
This can't be all

My varsity letter
And dreams I'd be better
Wasted on whatever this became
I wanted to make it
I can't even fake it
Oh, what a shame it went this way

Now I'm sitting in this bed that's not the one I
Grew up in
Feels something like a quarter life crisis
Now my life is gone

All these pictures on the wall of someone happy
A past me
Now everything's like something from a
Bad dream
This can't be all

Standing in my childhood mirror
I seem taller