24 Lyrics

I've got stacks of paper and pens

But the writing's on the walls

I can't even solve my problems

So how could I write this song

About being older or wiser

While living with my mom

I've got class three times a week

But my life feels so fucking stalled

Can we talk progress, the lack of

And everything between

Some days feel so productive

If I'm not tearing at the seams

I can't focus or sit still

God knows what's with me

I keep dwelling on the past

As well as who I couldn't be

I just wish I could be something more

But what the fuck is being something more

I'd count these lucky stars if I could make it to twenty-four

And who's to say I'm in desperate need of change

I'm depressed and I'm exhausted

But I'm not one that you can save and that's okay

But what the fuck is being something more

I'd count these lucky stars if I could make it to twenty-four

And who's to say I'm in desperate need of change

I'm depressed and I'm exhausted

But I'm not one that you can save and that's okay