(Inside) I Bloom

20-year-old crisis

Six strings are helping me survive

I feel like a piece of shit

It takes 20 minutes for me to get off

And as I'm sitting in this cold, dirty, run-down apartment tub

I wonder when I'll start living in the moment, live for now

Am I good enough to make it?

Or will I have to fake it?

Year after year, my standards get lower

And my dreams move over

Yet still inside I bloom

20-year-old crisis

Bought the cheapest wine that I could find

My mom paid my parking tickets

Moved out last year and thought I'd be just fine

And I guеss it's not going bad

I just hoped that it'd turn out better

Sweet drеams turn bitter

Am I good enough to make it?

Or will I have to fake it?

Year after year, my standards get lower

And my heart grows colder

Yet still inside I bloom

And then it's the little things that make me smile

Like when we were teenagers and I'd take you for a ride

And then you're still next to me in the morning when I wake up

Paying the bills with me, we're all grown up

So am I good enough to make it?

Or will I have to fake it?

Year after year, my standards get lower

It's a constant hangover

Yet still inside I bloom