Twenty-Two

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"
I'm terrified that my life is always changing

Oh, oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh, ah-ha-ha-ah

Never had a blank page or a clean slate I didn't write on
I overfill my cup and my luck
And I drink 'til it's all gone
If this is a joke, then the punchline goes (the punchline goes)
"The years fly fast and the days go slow" (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 three
You reach for my hand on a crowded street
I'm terrified that my life is always changing

Oh, oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh, ah-ha-ha-ah

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 six months will I know what to do?
Will I have my answer at 22?
Something tells me that's an unlikely premonition
My key is turning, turning, turning
In my ignition

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"
I'm terrified, my life is always changing