Isabel Dumaa - Quarter Life Crisis Lyrics

Staying up till 6 am
Losing sleep so I don't lose friends
Swear it's the last time
Or else I'll lose my mind

Another weekend out of my hands
Another party I can't stand
Feeling half alive
Don't mean to kill the vibe

Losing my grip but can't let go
So I say yes when I mean no
Foot on the gas I lost control

If I could do whatever I wanna
I'd disappear in my impala
Drive far away from california
Left to my devices it's a quarter life crisis

If I never make a dollar
As the star of my own melodrama
I'll be doing what I wanna
Left to my devices it's a quarter life crisis

Sadness and jealousy
Looked it up on WebMD
Can't stop obsessing
Curse and a blessing

Look at myself like "Who is she"
Not where I thought I'd be
Rose colored glasses
Can't mask the time passing

Losing my grip but can't let go
Guess this is reaping what I sow
Foot on the gas I lost control

If I could do whatever I wanna
I'd disappear in my impala
Drive far away from california
Left to my devices it's a quarter life crisis

If I never make a dollar
As the star of my own melodrama
I'll be doing what I wanna
Left to my devices it's a quarter life crisis


Floating ain't the same as swimming
I know I ain't drowning
But breathing isn't living

Falling ain't the same as flying
If I say I'm alright
Then I'd just be lying

If I could do whatever I wanna
I'd disappear in my impala
Drive far away from california
Left to my devices f*ck a quarter life crisis

If I never make a dollar
As the star of my own melodrama
I'll be doing what I wanna
Left to my devices it's a quarter life crisis