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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 It's my Jordan year No they're not designer, but they're Tomorrow I turn twenty-three To live so young and careless? My wish is that I cared less (everyone hates me) 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