Well, I'm stress-buying records and movies
That I do not need
And I've been watching them over and over
And over and over and over again
And every day I'm getting closer and closer
To more responsibility
And every night I am farther and farther
Away from what I need
Oh, god, I'm 22
Radio, how about you
I don't think you feel the way I do
Do you feel the way I do
And I'm stress-eating gummy bears and
Looking through my grade school photos
I got the big bag it's in the fridge
Cuz I never know when I'll need them
And if I live an average life, I got
50 or so more years left
Look at me, I'm the kid that has to
Compensate for everything that goes wrong
And I've got to get my shit together now that
People are slowing down around me are the
Things that get me down and keep me there
Please stop
I am a grown up now
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Well, I'm stress-buying records and movies
That I do not need
And I've been watching them over and over
And over and over and over again
And every day I'm getting closer and closer
To more responsibility
And every night I am farther and farther
Away from what I need
Oh, god, I'm 22
Radio, how about you
I don't think you feel the way I do
Do you feel the way I do
And I'm stress-eating gummy bears and
Looking through my grade school photos
I got the big bag it's in the fridge
Cuz I never know when I'll need them
And if I live an average life, I got
50 or so more years left
Look at me, I'm the kid that has to
Compensate for everything that goes wrong
And I've got to get my shit together now that
People are slowing down around me are the
Things that get me down and keep me there
Please stop
I am a grown up now
That I do not need
And I've been watching them over and over
And over and over and over again
And every day I'm getting closer and closer
To more responsibility
And every night I am farther and farther
Away from what I need
Oh, god, I'm 22
Radio, how about you
I don't think you feel the way I do
Do you feel the way I do
And I'm stress-eating gummy bears and
Looking through my grade school photos
I got the big bag it's in the fridge
Cuz I never know when I'll need them
And if I live an average life, I got
50 or so more years left
Look at me, I'm the kid that has to
Compensate for everything that goes wrong
And I've got to get my shit together now that
People are slowing down around me are the
Things that get me down and keep me there
Please stop
I am a grown up now
Writer: Sloth Hands
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