Getting Older

I'm gettin' older, I think I'm agin' well

I wish someone had told me, I'd be doin' this by myself

There's reasons that I'm thankful, there's a lot I'm grateful for

But it's different when a stranger's always waitin' at your door

Which is ironic, 'cause the strangers seem to want me more

Than anyone before (anyone before)

Too bad they're usually deranged

Last week, I realized I crave pity

When I re-tell a story, I make everything sound worse

Can't shake the feeling, that I'm just bad at healing

And maybe that's the reason every sentence sounds rehearsed

Which is ironic, because when I wasn't honest

I was still bein' ignored (lyin' for attention, just to get neglection)

Now we're estranged

Things I once enjoyed

Just keep me employed now

Things I'm longing for

Someday, I'll be bored of

It's so weird

That we care so much, until we don't

I'm gettin' older, I've got more on my shoulders

But I'm gettin' better at admitting when I'm wrong

I'm happier than ever, at least, that's my endeavor

To keep myself together and prioritize my pleasure

'Cause to be honest, I just wished the word I promised

Would depend on what I'm givin' (not on his permission)

(Wasn't my decision) to be abused, hmm

Things I once enjoyed

Just keep me employed now

Things I'm longing for, hmm

Someday, I'll be bored of

It's so weird

That we care so much, until we don't

But next week, I hope I'm somewhere laughin'

For anybody asking, I promise I'll be fine

I've had some trauma, did things I didn't wanna

Was too afraid to tell ya, but now, I think it's time