23

In my childhood bedroom

And I'm so bored of twenty-two

Same old nothing every day

Too old to be a runaway

Expiring at my momma's house

Really thought that I'd be out by now

I'm terrified of the future

Scared that I'll still be a loser

And I just can't wait to be

All grown up and twenty-three

And tell me what is wrong with me

I miss my Ohio fake ID

Maybe I'll get married soon

And buy a house with three bedrooms

And settle down and get a dog

And make my partner get a job

Jazz school dropout at twenty-one

Disappointed my dad, did it just for fun

Had to choose between being broke and bored

So I cut my losses and I left New York

Not sure why I feel so dumb

The best of my years are yet to come

I'll sit and wait in the driveway

It's just a couple more weeks 'til my birthday

I just can't wait to be

All grown up and twenty-three

And tell me what is wrong with me

I miss my Ohio fake ID

Maybe I'll get married soon

And buy a house with three bedrooms

And settle down and get a dog

And make my partner get a job

I just can't wait to be

All grown up and twenty-three

And tell me what is wrong with me

I miss my Ohio fake ID