23 - Sayko

I think I lost my grip But don't get any big ideas I went off my grid Nothing's ever felt less real Oh, guess I'm a little bit lost for words I'm doing all this shit but I don't know what for I'm just 23 tryna get to 24 I'm losing oxygen I feel it in my lungs Never knew what I had You never know til it's gone Oh, guess I'm the reason that the pot's been stirred I'm doing all this shit, but what's it all worth? I'm just 23 tryna get to 24 Oh, guess I'm a little bit lost for words I'm doing all this shit but I don't know what for I'm just 23 tryna get to 24

Dear Sid, You think you made it in the world, now you're 18 you should know Adults aren't superheroes, they're just kids growing old Maturity is a choice, that not everybody chooses Dropping out of college doesn't mean that you're a loser You think you'll figure out the world, by the time you're 23 Now you're a certified adult that's working 40-hour weeks So many bills, why does it cost so much to breathe? You thought it would be easier deciding what to eat You'll still fall out of love, and someone's always mean I promise you don't wanna be like the people on TV Everything is meant to be, you can't change what people think Every year goes by a little faster, one day you're 23 You'd think that turning 25 is the year you'd make it out But you're still fighting wars you know nothing about Where is the truth, are we ever gonna find it? Is this game, why does it have to feel so crowded? You think you'll figure out the world, by the time you're 23 Now you're a certified adult that's working 40-hour weeks So many bills, why does it cost so much to breathe? You thought it would be easier deciding what to eat You'll still fall out of love, and someone's always mean I promise you don't wanna be like the models in magazines And everything is meant to be, you can't change what people think Every year goes by a little faster Don't ever lay your head down angry, never slam the doors you close If someone breaks your heart there's someone better down the road We're livin' for the first time, and this is all we know We're livin' for the first time, it's okay to take it slow 'Cause you'll still fall out of love, and someone's always mean I promise you don't wanna be like the people on TV And everything is meant to be, you can't change what people think Every year goes by a little faster One day you're 23 You'll still fall out of love, and someone's always mean I promise you don't wanna be like the models in magazines And everything is meant to be, you can't change what people think Every year goes by a little faster Till you wish you were 23 I still don't know where I'm headed, should I? I'm still getting older as the days go by I stay in my head on most days And I try to forget my own age Wish I was 23 Sincerely, Wilfred

Todo tiene sentido a los diecisiete Mejores amigos, fácil decir que por siempre Tienes todo el talento, eres especial Nadie piensa como tú y crees que va a durar Tal vez una amargada, pero qué bueno era Tener con quien hablar, que siempre me entendiera Ahora tengo lo que quiero, pero odio lo que escribo Demasiado joven para haber perdido mi camino, ¿no? Me alejé de mis amigas Porque tengo la sospecha de que ellas me odian a mí Y ahora parecen hormigas Las metas que voy cumpliendo se ven chicas desde aquí Estoy sola a las doce, no sé cómo llegue a veintitrés Feliz cumpleaños, soy todo un cliché Seco las lágrimas, parto el pastel Un cliché, no sé cómo llegue a veintitrés Ah-ah, ah, ah-ah, ah ¿Cómo llegue a veintitrés? Ah-ah, ah, ah-ah-ah Yo no soy divertida y se te soy honesta Regreso deprimida de todas las fiestas Siento que voy detrás de algo y cada que estoy cerca, se me escapa Otra noche voy a estar bien, es una etapa Pero claramente mi neurosis fue creciendo con el tiempo No sé que es lo que sé y de que solo me convenzo Feliz, libre, confundida y solitaria, era mentira Sentí los veintidós cómo una constante caída Y me alejé de mis amigas Porque tengo la sospecha de que ellas me odian a mí Y ahora parecen hormigas Las metas que voy cumpliendo se ven chicas desde aquí Estoy sola a las doce, no sé cómo llegue a veintitrés Feliz cumpleaños, soy todo un cliché Seco las lágrimas, parto el pastel Un cliché, no sé cómo llegue a veintitrés Ah-ah, ah, ah-ah, ah ¿Cómo llegue a veintitrés? Ah-ah, ah, ah-ah-ah