21 Years

Ten plates and a spoon with no handle
Corduroy pants and a mouth full of Advil
21 Years and 10 months after
All our food was handed by strangers
And I can't choose between Dickies or Wranglers
There's so much to love but all I feel is anger
21 Years and 10 months after
Thinking of you texts and a mouth full of laughter
Next year comes and they go by faster
21 Years and I still hate money
Only on credit cards just because it's funny
All of it's confusing, the nihilists they bore me

One more day the rent is late but I'm not gonna pay em
Nothing to eat but what you can feed your ego
Your ego
Your ego
You're right
Your ego
Oh, leave me alone
Alright

Buy a car as long as you're the fastest
Cuff our jeans and sleeves we'll pretend to be pragmatic
In my pocket square there's a single tab of acid
Date night looks like sex and filing taxes
21 Years and 10 months after
I'd end this pandemic if it meant I'd see you faster
I'd love to come and visit but the roads are looking backwards
I can bring the cards and you can bring the last word
Ahhh ahh ahh
Ahhh ahh
Ooo ooh ooh ooh



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Writer(s): Grace Crookham-guy
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