Reneé Rapp - 23 lyrics
Reneé Rapp [Reneé Mary Jane Rapp]
[Reneé Rapp - 23 lyrics]
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
Thе bags on my eyes
No, they'rе not designer
But they're overpriced
I paid for with cryin' (Cry, cry, cry)
And every ex hit's 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
Tomorrow I turn twenty-three
Everyone hates me
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
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
Thе bags on my eyes
No, they'rе not designer
But they're overpriced
I paid for with cryin' (Cry, cry, cry)
And every ex hit's 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
Tomorrow I turn twenty-three
Everyone hates me
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