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
Tomorrow I turn twenty-three
To be so young and careless?
My wish is that I cared less
Everyone hates me
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