twenty years old and i'm tired/you say it's sad, but it's true/two decades behind me, and five to the future/how am i supposed to get through?/(is this all there is?)
probably going to cut that. writing a song for a deadline is hard, anyway, and adding to much dramatic angst isn't going to help my case.
had a bad weekend. would rather not talk about it, but also would love to tell stories. you know that feeling? where something embarrassing but funny but maybe a little sad happened? yeah, one of those.
i'm not even twenty - who am i trying to fool?