At twenty-Six, you go insane,
every love song makes you sick,
You get by, you get high,
You just wake up to survive,
Oh I would give up anything,
just to be a kid again,
Cause at twenty-six, your lifeâs at stake,
you need to figure out whatâs next.
I remember when I was nine,
I always wanted to be the girl in white,
I should probably date in my mid-20s,
Iâll grow up and Iâll marry my prince charming.
No, it doesnât go the way you plan it,
I thought then Iâd be far from here right now,
Iâm still writing this song in my parentâs house
Iâm no where near where I plotted out






















