I don't mind sad slow jams
I'm a sucker for it
Trust funders and entitled smokers
They swear they're for it
I try not to go at one's opinions
That's what makes the world go around
I'm guilty 'cause I'm so-ho obsessed
We're old enough to make mistakes
Fighting our way just to stay alive
I guess I'll miss it all
And I'm nobody else, I'm in a vibe of my own
I blame it on you
I blame it on you
I think as far as I worry, a lifetime
Not in a bit of a hurry now, so won't you hear me out
Save the razorblades, I wanted to write down how I felt
But somehow the pad stayed empty and I can't now
Convey or write in any other way of what I am today
I still can't fathom to this day between the feeling of feeling or faking
But to actually the feel and the process, am I making progress
Honestly I don't know, I'm in my element
Disparate just like an isotope, tilted gyrations
My life's a gyroscope, I don't know, I don't know
I don't know
Should I just not know who I am and go
Or become who I wanna be and feel alone
Do I gotta be tough so that I could be tuff
In a society possibly despising me
We're old enough to make mistakes
Fighting our way just to stay
We're old enough to make mistakes
And I could really use a break