Twenty Three

No one writes a song about being 23
In case you're wondering about the all shit that has happened to me
You’ll pretend to care I cry at night
But I'll take the faux sympathy this time
And I'll just tell you any way

I’m broke, my dad died, surprise I'm gay, and my sister moved out on me
Depression, worry, and anxiety are just a few things plaguing me
So sad, too bad, I've come to find I'm just like everyone else
And maybe that's just why they don't exist

Because 23 hurts likе hell

Sometimes I lay up in night and wondеr
The moment it all went wrong
Maybe it was then and when that I lost my fucking phone
I was torn from the closet in my mind
I'm still naked and bearing scars from 13

And ten years later still grieving about that time I kissed and didn't tell
Or all of the steady mistakes prescribed to me like countless misshapen pills
Went to college and got a degree and now I feel
The weight of the world crashing down on me
And in my lungs
Air isn’t strong enough to satiate my breathing

Because 23 hurts like hell

The first three years I called the bottle my closest friend
Not to mention forget the nicotine
My pallet’s changed but that much
Because I'm still too poor for health insurance
My world’s a joke I've always been the topic of her humor
With my securities in and out and broken
I wish I'd tapped out sooner

Because 23 hurts like hell
I hope that I have more to live for
If I turn 24