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 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 doing well 
365 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 crying 
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 doing well 
365 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. 
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. 
 
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