"23" lyrics

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 doing 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 twenty-three
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 twenty-three

The bags on my eyes
No, they're not designer
But they're overpriced
I paid for with crying
Cry, cry, cry

And every ex hits my phone
Like happy birthday, are you alone?
You tried to ruin twenty-two
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 doing 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 twenty-three
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 twenty-three

Happy birthday
Happy birthday

I hope that I'll see twenty-four
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