Down But - Quarter Life Crisis - Taylor Bickett | English song

I like 'em unavailable, guess that's just me Talking about some girl while your hand's on my knee I give a little, get a little less Am I a flirt or just a mess? I want what I can't have but so do you, apparently Is it the lights? Or is it that she's not here tonight? Strawberry ice Has got me thinking that you might Be just my type I'm taking what you give me, it kills me You kiss me in the back so your friends won't see You say that you adore me and she's boring But I know that's just a line, all your lies But that's just my type That's just my type I knew that you'd be here so I showed up alone With plans to leave this house and smell like your cologne I give a little, get a little less Am I a flirt or a masochist? With you it's never different and this time I should've known Is it the lights? Or is it that she's not here tonight? Strawberry ice Has got me thinking that you might Be just my type I'm taking what you give me, it kills me You kiss me in the back so your friends won't see You say that you adore me and she's boring But I know that's just a line, all your lies But that's just my type That's just my type It can't just be me self sabotaging You're chasing something And it's spontaneous Dangerous, bad for my self esteem So why does it work on me? I'm taking what you give me, it kills me You kiss me in the back so your friends won't see You say that you adore me and she's boring But I know that's just a line, all your lies But that's just my type You're just my type

I used to flip through cosmo But I'd always skip the horoscopes I guess astrology Never made much sense to me at all I just think that if I'm doomed Well, the stars don't make that call But last night I lost my mind And I looked up your zodiac sign I might tell you sometime What it said about yours and Taurus But it sucked, so never mind 'Cause the signs all point to no But I keep trying And we've got some bad reviews But I'd still buy it Just to try it And if all the flags were red I guess that I'm just colorblind And I probably forgot to mention That I'm a sucker for an exception Every time I used to love that trope in movies Boy meets girl but first they're enemies I probably should've guessed That would just be a mess in real life And I see some of that in you and me And well, I can't lie That the signs all point to no But I keep trying And we've got some bad reviews But I'd still buy it Just to try it And if all the flags were red I guess that I'm just colorblind And I probably forgot to mention That I'm a sucker for an exception Every time Maybe my wanting you is delusional Romantic and confusing all in one Maybe my wanting you's an affliction Of a fictional position Where our stars were always crossed 'Cause the signs all point to no But I keep trying And we've got some bad reviews But I'd still buy it Just to try it And if all the flags were red I guess that I'm just colorblind And I probably forgot to mention Yeah, I probably forgot to mention Yeah, I probably forgot to mention That I'm a sucker for an exception Every time

When I was a kid I played pretend so often I started believing my own games When I was a kid I read so many works of fiction I started believing what they'd say And then I met you with those eyes Spinning treetops in July And I swore that I recognized you From a past life Where we never got it right But I should've guessed It would happen like this Anyone with common sense could see it I should've guessed I'd be crying in my kitchen While you're busy kissing Somebody I can't compete with And we both know I can't make it even I probably needed a reality check And now I've got one So I really should've guessed And I know I tend to over-romanticize moments Bottle them up and hide them away Yeah, I know I tend to try to stay in that slow motion But nothing holds you these days Cause she's a golden summer sky And I'm an ocean that's far too deep for you to dive And I should've guessed It would happen like this Anyone with common sense could see it I should've guessed I'd be crying in my kitchen While you're busy kissing Somebody I can't compete with And we both know I can't make it even I probably needed a reality check And now I've got one So I really should've Guessed this Obsession Was only messing With my head I should've guessed It would happen like this Anyone with common sense could see it I should've guessed I'd be crying in my kitchen While you're busy kissing Somebody I can't compete with We both know I can't make it even I probably needed a reality check And now I've got one So I really should've guessed

I like New Year's, I like Mondays I like firsts of the month Notebook paper, wet cement The moment's never been touched I like knowing that there's something That I haven't messed up 'Cause I will, and I do And I'm supposed to I am perfect, if by perfect You mean totally flawed I am wrestling with the presence Of an all-knowing God I drink caffeine even though I always said I would not So I'm weak, or a fool But I'm supposed to Be That's me I rush the future, I cling to the past I'm terrified the present will not last I see the irony, I get the fact It's already gone By the time that the thought Has passed I am working on it Give me some grace I like empty pages I like Mondays I like order, I like answers Wrapped in ribbon and twine I grab hold of unknown outcomes 'Til my knuckles are white I am trying to be kinder To this body of mine 'Cause it keeps me alive Like it's supposed to I rush the future, I cling to the past I'm terrified the present will not last I see the irony, I get the fact It's already gone By the time that the thought Has passed I am working on it Give me some grace I like empty pages I like Mondays I would eat the solar system All in one bite If it could give me clarity If it would let me freeze time I'm trying to surrender But I'm hard-wired for fight Give me some grace I like empty pages I like I like New Year's, I like Mondays I like firsts of the month Notebook paper, wet cement The moment's never been touched I like knowing that there's something That I haven't messed up 'Cause I will, and I do And I'm supposed to

Meltdown on my best friend's couch Lines on the table and boredom in my mouth Life's gettin' fatal, I think I'm wantin' out I get dramatic when I'm drunk but don't sympathize Still in love with my ex Speaking of, guess I should probably send him a text Wish that I wasn't always thinkin' 'bout sex (sex) I'm problematic when I'm drunk but don't sympathize Grab me like, "Hey, what's up?" Ask me what's in my cup It's what they call the young life crisis, pour it on ice I take it down with problems and pride A dash of disappointment, little bit of lime Chase it with some boys and a little bad advice Young life crisis, lovin' thе taste Hurts so good, it's numbin' my brain Dash of disappointment, little bit of limе Chase it with some boys and a little bad advice Now I'm cryin' up a river on the bathroom floor And a random bitch that I don't know is bangin' on the door So I walk out with my head high like I'm Jesus Christ But it's okay I'll tell you I'm fine but to tell the truth, I'm losin' my mind I'm going insane, so don't even try to fix me I'm not broken, I'm just broke, alone, and sippin' on a Young life crisis, pour it on ice Take it down with problems and pride A dash of disappointment, little bit of lime Chase it with some boys and a little bad advice Young life crisis, lovin' the taste Hurts so good, it's numbin' my brain Dash of disappointment, little bit of lime Chase it with some boys and a little bad advice, yeah Na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na Raise that glass to pleasure and pain Na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na Young life crisis, lovin' the taste Young life crisis, lovin' the taste (na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na) Hurts so good, it's numbin' my brain Dash of disappointment, little bit of lime (na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na) Chase it with some boys and a little bad advice (cool)