Twenty-Two

There's nothing fun to do
When you're turning Twenty-two
Too old for mindless joy
Too young to complain
So I'll hunker down in my room
With the television on mute
And wish I was feeling you
Instead of all this pain

I wish I wanted to celebrate
And get all dressed up, and you'd look great
I would barely touch my food
Just mesmerized looking at you
And your mom would call
But you would just let it vibrate

I wonder who I'll be
When I turn twenty-three
Will I still love you
Like you used to love me
You're almost twenty-four
You're so easy to adore
But I have to try
I have to try to move on

I wish I wanted to celebrate
But what good's icing without the cake
I remember telling jokes
In your bedroom full of smoke
Now I'm twenty-two
And I'm blowing out candles for you



Credits
Writer(s): Jonathan Harper
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