Quarter Life Crisis

Staying up till 6 am Losing sleep so I don’t lose friends Swear it’s the last time Or else I’ll lose my mind Another weekend out of my hands Another party I can’t stand Feeling half alive Don’t mean to kill the vibe Losing my grip but can’t let go So I say yes when I mean no Foot on the gas I lost control If I could do whatever I wanna I’d disappear in my impala Drive far away from california Left to my devices it’s a quarter life crisis If I never make a dollar As the star of my own melodrama I’ll be doing what I wanna Left to my devices it’s a quarter life crisis Sadness and jealousy Looked it up on WebMD Can’t stop obsessing Curse and a blessing Look at myself like “Who is she” Not where I thought I’d be Rose colored glasses Can’t mask the time passing Losing my grip but can’t let go Guess this is reaping what I sow Foot on the gas I lost control If I could do whatever I wanna I’d disappear in my impala Drive far away from california Left to my devices it’s a quarter life crisis If I never make a dollar As the star of my own melodrama I’ll be doing what I wanna Left to my devices it’s a quarter life crisis Floating ain’t the same as swimming I know I ain’t drowning But breathing isn’t living Falling ain’t the same as flying If I say I'm alright Then I’d just be lying If I could do whatever I wanna I’d disappear in my impala Drive far away from california Left to my devices f*ck a quarter life crisis If I never make a dollar As the star of my own melodrama I’ll be doing what I wanna Left to my devices it’s a quarter life crisis