Текст песни 23 - Reneé Rapp

It's my Jordan year
And I thought this shit would look good on me
But I just feel weird

And I still can't fly
Thought I'd be ahead, but I'm down by five
I'm on fight or flight
And I still can't fly

Everything looks good on paper
Displayed on the shelf
And nobody thinks they should save her
'Cause she's doin' well
365 days later
I still haven't learned to calm down
But I blow candles out
My wish should be different by now

But tomorrow I turn 23
And it feels like everyone hates me
So, how old do you have to be
To live so young and careless?
My wish is that I cared less
At 23

The bags on my eyes
No, they're not designer, but they're overpriced
I paid for with cryin' (cry, cry, cry)
And every ex hits my phone
Like, "Happy birthday, are you alone?"
You tried to ruin 22
So don't pretend that now we're cool

Everything looks good on paper
Displayed on the shelf
And nobody thinks they should save her
'Cause she's doin' well
365 days later
I still haven't learned to calm down
But I blow candles out
My wish should be different by now

But tomorrow I turn 23
And it feels like everyone hates me
So, how old do you have to be
To live so young and careless?
My wish is that I cared less
At 23

(It's my Jordan year)
(No they're not designer, but they're)
(Tomorrow I turn 23)
(Everyone hates me)
(Happy birthday, happy birthday)

I hope that I'll see 24
I hope I'll understand me more
I hope my bed is off the floor
I hope that I can care less
But I'm afraid to care less