歌手:Reneé Rapp
专辑:《Snow Angel (Deluxe)》

作词 : Alexander 23/Reneé Rapp/Taylor Upsahl
作曲 : Alexander 23/Reneé Rapp/Taylor Upsahl
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
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
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
The bags on my eyes
No they're 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
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
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
It's my Jordan year
No they're not designer but they're
To free
Tomorrow I turn twenty-three
But she run again
Happy birthday happy birthday
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