Gold party dresses and half-baked confessions Fleeting obsessions on anything new Millions of questions about my existence and if I´m even cool ´Bout now I thought that I´d checked off some boxes
Keep kickin´ my bucket list right down the street They say I´m too young to think about love, but without it I feel incomplete
Another year full of static then June feels so tragic I´ll lie here, right here Less melodramatic, more anticlimactic I´m all out of tears What a bittersweet sixteen (Hmm, hmm)
When I was younger, I used to wonder if I´d have a boyfriend And we´d love each other He´d tell me I´m pretty and make me feel nice But I just feel shitty, surprise My childhood´s wasted, and I´m scared to fix it
I´m halfway to halfway to a midlife crisis And I can´t even drive yet Maybe I should get my license Maybe I should get this life thing figured out
Another year full of static then June feels so tragic I´ll lie here, right here Less melodramatic, more anticlimactic I´m all out of tears What a bittersweet six
Top of my life, is it downhill from here? I refuse to believe they´re the best of my years My mind makes up stories, but they sure don´t help ´Cause the me in my head is just worse than myself
Like a candle burning out
Another year full of static, then June feels so tragic I´ll lie here, right here Less melodramatic, more anticlimactic I´m all out of tears What a bittersweet sixteen