What if all my best years are behind me?
What if they ended when I was nineteen?
After all of these years that I've wasted
When I get what I want, will I hate it?
And after all my overthinkin'
I've got nothing here to show
I wanna hang out with the big kids
But I'm afraid of getting' old
Don't tell me it will get better
Don't say it'll be okay
It's not a mood, it's not a phase
It's a quarter life crisis
All of my vices, rise to the service
They're workin' the night shift
A quarter life crisis
There's nothing like it
I look at my face and I don't recognize it
I'm too young to ride it, too old to fight it
I'm stuck in the middle like some kind of hybrid
I feel like my mind is twenty-five sided
I'll let you know if I ever survive this quarter life crisis
I'm no longer naïve, I'm corrupted
And I don't feel as pure as I once did
Maybe if I could turn to religion
I'd believe all my sins were forgiven
Man, I guess all my overthinkin'
Didn't make me very smart
How can I fight this summer fiction
When I'm up for it in the past
Still couldn't get myself together
I guess some things never change
It's not a mood, it's not a phase
It's a quarter life crisis
All of my vices, rise to the service
They're workin' the night shift
A quarter life crisis
There's nothing like it
I look at my face and I don't recognize it
I'm too young to ride it, too old to fight it
I'm stuck in the middle like some kind of hybrid
I feel like my mind is twenty-five sided
I'll let you know if I ever survive this quarter life crisis
Ah
Ah
Ah-ah-ah
Ah
Ah
Ah-ah-ah
It's a quarter life crisis
Tried to describe this
Do other people, they don't realize it?
It's a quarter life crisis
There's nothing like it
I look at my face and I goddamn despise it
I'm too young to ride it, too old to fight it
I'm stuck in the middle like some kind of hybrid
A quarter life crisis, guess I'll just write it
I'll let you know if I ever survive this quarter life crisis
Ah
Ah (quarter life crisis)
Ah-ah-ah
Ah
Ah (quarter life crisis)
Ah-ah-ah
