The Quarter Life Crisis
I'm not dead, yet
But I'm doing my best
The Artist's sad smile made you pause for a while
Then you regress
I'm not meant for love
But I just can't get enough
The Anarchist's ear is always here when it gets too much
It's not the end of the world but
But I can see it from here
At least you noticed me
Cus it takes time, finding what you're missing
And we're all trying, but you never seem to listen
It's a dark way of living and the sad thing is, you like it.
"It's not my fault that all your friends are pretty
I'm a handful, but you knew that when you met me"
I'll never sell tickets to your Quarter Life Crisis.
(Woo)
"Was everything Okay last night?
I lose my way sometimes"
The Magician needs a break, but he'll listen for your sake
Would you please just try?
You say you woke up like this,
Well maybe you should get a grip
The Artist always listens, The Anarchist checks in
But mate, you're better than this
It's not the end of the world but,
But I can see it from here
At least you noticed me
Cus it takes time, finding what you're missing
And we're all trying, but you never seem to listen
It's a dark way of living and the sad thing is, you like it.
"It's not my fault that all your friends are pretty
I'm a handful, but you knew that when you met me"
I'll never sell tickets to your Quarter Life Crisis.
But at some point soon, people stop making excuses for you
And by that time I hope you've grown up
Sometimes you let your mask slip, and other people can't handle it
And I might not be stood next to you when they throw a punch
Cus it takes time, finding what you're missing
And we're all trying, but you never seem to listen
It's a dark way of living and the sad thing is, you like it.
"It's not my fault that all your friends are pretty
I'm a handful, but you knew that when you met me"
I'll never sell tickets to your Quarter Life Crisis.
Cus it takes time, finding what you're missing
And we're all trying, but you never seem to listen
It's a dark way of living and the sad thing is, you like it.
"It's not my fault that all your friends are pretty
I'm a handful, but you knew that when you met me"
I'll never sell tickets to your Quarter Life Crisis.
No I'll never sell tickets to your Quarter Life Crisis.
No I'll never sell tickets to your Quarter Life Crisis.
Sláinte, Nazdraví, Na zdrowie
But I'm doing my best
The Artist's sad smile made you pause for a while
Then you regress
I'm not meant for love
But I just can't get enough
The Anarchist's ear is always here when it gets too much
It's not the end of the world but
But I can see it from here
At least you noticed me
Cus it takes time, finding what you're missing
And we're all trying, but you never seem to listen
It's a dark way of living and the sad thing is, you like it.
"It's not my fault that all your friends are pretty
I'm a handful, but you knew that when you met me"
I'll never sell tickets to your Quarter Life Crisis.
(Woo)
"Was everything Okay last night?
I lose my way sometimes"
The Magician needs a break, but he'll listen for your sake
Would you please just try?
You say you woke up like this,
Well maybe you should get a grip
The Artist always listens, The Anarchist checks in
But mate, you're better than this
It's not the end of the world but,
But I can see it from here
At least you noticed me
Cus it takes time, finding what you're missing
And we're all trying, but you never seem to listen
It's a dark way of living and the sad thing is, you like it.
"It's not my fault that all your friends are pretty
I'm a handful, but you knew that when you met me"
I'll never sell tickets to your Quarter Life Crisis.
But at some point soon, people stop making excuses for you
And by that time I hope you've grown up
Sometimes you let your mask slip, and other people can't handle it
And I might not be stood next to you when they throw a punch
Cus it takes time, finding what you're missing
And we're all trying, but you never seem to listen
It's a dark way of living and the sad thing is, you like it.
"It's not my fault that all your friends are pretty
I'm a handful, but you knew that when you met me"
I'll never sell tickets to your Quarter Life Crisis.
Cus it takes time, finding what you're missing
And we're all trying, but you never seem to listen
It's a dark way of living and the sad thing is, you like it.
"It's not my fault that all your friends are pretty
I'm a handful, but you knew that when you met me"
I'll never sell tickets to your Quarter Life Crisis.
No I'll never sell tickets to your Quarter Life Crisis.
No I'll never sell tickets to your Quarter Life Crisis.
Sláinte, Nazdraví, Na zdrowie
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