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[Verse 1]
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

[Pre-Chorus]
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

[Chorus]
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

[Verse 2]
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 hits my phone
Like, "Happy birthday, are you alone?"
You tried to ruin twenty-two
So don't pretend that now we're cool

[Pre-Chorus]
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

[Chorus]
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

[Bridge]
It's my Jordan year (You tried to ruin twenty-two)
No they're not designer, but they're— (So don't pretend that now we're cool
)
Tomorrow I turn twenty-three
To be so young and careless?
My wish is that I cared less
Happy birthday, happy birthday

[Outro]
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