(-) = Side Mouth
[Intro]
Hey, guys. Hahahaha
(Hey, what's with the tone?)
What's with your tone? Shut up
(Whoa. Why are you mean?)
'Cause I'm being a grown-up, you know business suits, faxes
(So, you don't have time to talk to me anymore? We only talk once a year)
Yeah, there's a reason for that. Yeah, you dumb, you dumb b**h
(Oh)
I'm rude now
Here we go again
Now I'm twenty-three
It's almost as every year
I grow another year
And maybe you will hear me out
When I tell that I'm sick of these
Birthday bits forcing me to summarise
Get my feelings organised
I despise this process of retrospective nonsense
But I'm eight years deep with this tradition
It's too late to skip a year or maybe round it up to ten
Then take a break
Enjoying these in hindsight, just might be
The only reason that I still try to write songs
And maybe I'm not wrong when I think
That I don't have much to discuss, yet I must
I feel someone would get really pissed off at me
It's not supposed to be like this
But I'm eight years deep
Half of my conscious life has just been this
And I miss the increase of love that has since pa**ed
I wasted time and time is money so I did some freelance