I'm 23
I'm slipping through my doorstep
I'm falling backwards down this road
They look at me I'm thoughtless
On the ground with the ground pepper, oh
These words don't feel like mine right now
These feelings fleet, they'll die somehow
These days don't feel like days no more
Confusion at it's purest form
My head's inside of itself
Am I alive or just in line to pa y next?
I'll miss my granddaughter's recital
But I'm 23, oh god, this really can't be me
Did I build a life outside my own again?
What the fuck is up with me?
I'm checking if I'm stable
By writing letters in my head
Beautiful picnic table
I'll fall through all of your bread
These words don't feel like mine right now
These feelings locked outside somehow
These days don't feel like days no more
Confusion at it's purest form
My head's inside of itself
Am I alive or just in line to pay next?
I'll miss my granddaughter's recital
But I'm 23, oh god, this really can't be me
Did I build a life outside my own again?
What the fuck is up with me?
These words don't feel like mine right now
These feelings locked outside somehow
These days don't feel like days no more
Confusion at its' purest form
My head's inside of itself
Am I alive or just in line to pay next?
I'll miss my granddaughter's recital
But I'm 23, oh god, this really can't be me
Did I build a life outside my own again?
What the fuck is going on inside of my mind?
I'm falling backwards down this road
They look at me I'm thoughtless
On the ground with the ground pepper, oh
These words don't feel like mine right now
These feelings fleet, they'll die somehow
These days don't feel like days no more
Confusion at it's purest form
My head's inside of itself
Am I alive or just in line to pa y next?
I'll miss my granddaughter's recital
But I'm 23, oh god, this really can't be me
Did I build a life outside my own again?
What the fuck is up with me?
I'm checking if I'm stable
By writing letters in my head
Beautiful picnic table
I'll fall through all of your bread
These words don't feel like mine right now
These feelings locked outside somehow
These days don't feel like days no more
Confusion at it's purest form
My head's inside of itself
Am I alive or just in line to pay next?
I'll miss my granddaughter's recital
But I'm 23, oh god, this really can't be me
Did I build a life outside my own again?
What the fuck is up with me?
These words don't feel like mine right now
These feelings locked outside somehow
These days don't feel like days no more
Confusion at its' purest form
My head's inside of itself
Am I alive or just in line to pay next?
I'll miss my granddaughter's recital
But I'm 23, oh god, this really can't be me
Did I build a life outside my own again?
What the fuck is going on inside of my mind?
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