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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 doin' well

Three hundred sixty-five 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 cryin'

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 doin' well

Three hundred sixty-five 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

It's my Jordan year

No they're not designer but they're

To free

Tomorrow I turn twenty-three

But she run again

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