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 twenty-one 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 aging 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 Oooh Oooh Never had a blank page or a clean slate I didn’t write on I overfill my cup and my luck And I drink till it’s all gone If this is a joke Then the punchline goes, “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 aging Smile on the count of three He reached for my hand on a crowded street I’m terrified that my life is always changing Oooh Oooh I’m one foot out and one foot in Why’s 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 twenty-two? 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 aging 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