I'll take what I get but it's not the same that I give
I think it's time for reciprocity
They say that your quarter life is when you turn 25
I fear that mine is when I was 13
My family genes give me anxiety
Don't wanna love and leave my offspring
I play the cards in my head but I'm always folding them
I'm so tired of the worrying
More like the huddle at halftime
Nobody cross the finish line
If it's a matter of when baby hold my hand
And I don't want you to let go
If it's according to plan makes no sense god damn
When half the time we don't know
What kind of plan is hard to follow?
This life that I live it ain't so hard to forget
I'm getting swallowed by the memories
Making myself itch like a cold call pitch
Singing the same songs since I was 18
Now any kid with their phone can stream their home videos
My childhood's in the basement
As the boxes grow they're now stories told
And my memories no witness
You better cross them like a checklist
In a quarterlife crisis
If it's a matter of when baby hold my hand
And I don't want you to let go
If it's according to plan makes no sense god damn
When half the time we don't know
What kind of plan is hard to follow?
If it's a matter of when baby hold my hand
And I don't want you to let go
If it's according to plan makes no sense god damn
When half the time we don't know
What kind of plan is hard to follow?
If it's a matter of when baby hold my hand
And I don't want you to let go
If it's according to plan makes no sense god damn
When half the time we don't know
What kind of plan is hard to follow?