Twenty-Two

Never had a birthday or a first date I didn't cry on
 Well, there's only been one date
 But last May I turned 21
 Really takes the cake, there's salt on my face
 On the nights I'm supposed to celebrate
 But you know that I'm a stickler for tradition
 I wouldn't say it if it wasn't true
 But I'm a masochist who can't read the room
 What a joy to be alone and always ageing
 Blow the candles out as the lights go down
 He said, "I want you in the worst way now"
 I'm terrified that my life is always changing
 Oh, oh-oh-oh-oh
 Oh, ah-ha-ha-ah
 Never had a blank page or a clean slate I didn't write on
 I overfill my cup and my luck
 And I drink 'til it's all gone
 If this is a joke, then the punchline goes (the punchline goes)
 "The years fly fast and the days go slow" (the years fly fast and the days go slow)
 And humor is my coping mechanism
 I wouldn't say it if I hadn't learned
 But I'm a pacifist who craves self burns
 What a joy to be alone and always ageing
 Smile on the count of three
 You reach for my hand on a crowded street
 I'm terrified that my life is always changing
 Oh, oh-oh-oh-oh
 Oh, ah-ha-ha-ah
 I'm one foot out and one foot in
 Why does it feel like a race to the life I want?
 And why am I obsessed with competition?
 In six months will I know what to do?
 Will I have my answer at 22?
 Something tells me that's an unlikely premonition
 My key is turning, turning, turning
 In my ignition
 I wouldn't say it if it wasn't true
 But I'm a masochist who can't read the room
 What a joy to be alone and always ageing
 Blow the candles out as the lights go down
 He said, "I want you in the worst way now"
 I'm terrified, my life is always changing