Quarter Life Crisis

Stayin' up 'til 6 a.m.
Losin' sleep so I don't lose friends
Swear it's the last time
Or else I'll lose my mind
Another weekend, outta my hands
Another party I can't stand
Feelin' half alive
Don't mean to kill the vibe

Losin' my grip, but can't let go
So I say "Yes" when I mean "No"
Foot on the gas, I lost control

If I could do whatever I wanna
I'd disappear in my Impala
Drive far away from California
Left to my devices, it's a quarter-life crisis
If I never make a dollar
As the star of my own melodrama
I'll be doin' what I wanna
Left to my devices, it's a quarter-life crisis

Sadness and jealousy
Looked it up on WebMD
Can't stop obsessin'
A curse and a blessin'
Look at myself, who is she?
Not where I thought I'd be
Rose colored glasses
Can't mask the time passin'

Losin' my grip, but can't let go
Guess this is reapin' what I sow
Foot on the gas, I lost control
(One, two, three, four)

If I could do whatever I wanna
I'd disappear in my Impala
Drive far away from California
Left to my devices, it's a quarter-life crisis
If I never make a dollar
As the star of my own melodrama
I'll be doin' what I wanna
Left to my devices, it's a quarter-life crisis

Floatin' ain't the same as swimmin'
I know I ain't drownin'
But breathin' isn't livin'
Fallin' ain't the same as flyin'
If I say I'm alright
Then I'd just be lyin', 'cause

If I could do whatever I wanna
I'd disappear in my Impala
Drive far away from California
Left to my devices, fuck a quarter-life crisis (one, two, three, four)
If I never make a dollar
As the star of my own melodrama
I'll be doin' what I wanna
Left to my devices, it's a quarter-life crisis

Left to my devices, it's a quarter-life crisis