Gold party dresses and half-baked confessions
Fleeting obsessions on anything new
Millions of questions about my existence
And if I'm even cool
By now I thought that I'd checked off some boxes
Keep kicking my bucket list right down the street
They say I'm too young to think about love
'Fore, without it, I feel incomplete
And another year full of static, then June feels so tragic
I lie here, cry here
Less melodramatic, more anticlimactic
I'm all out of tears
What a bittersweet 16
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When I was younger, I used to wonder
If I'd have a boyfriend, and we'd love each other
He'd tell me I'm pretty and make me feel nice
But I just feel shitty, surprise
My childhood is wasted, and I'm scared to face it
I'm halfway to half away to a midlife crisis
And I can't even drive yet, maybe I should get my license
Maybe I should get this life thing figured out
Another year full of static, then June feels so tragic
I lie here, right here
Less melodramatic, more anticlimactic
I'm all out of tears
What a bittersweet 16
It's the time of my life, is it downhill from here?
I refuse to believe they're the best of my years
My mind makes up stories, but they sure don't help
'Cause the me in my head is just worse than myself
Like a candle burning out
Another year full of static, then June feels so tragic
I lie here, cry here
Less melodramatic, more anticlimactic
I'm all out of tears
What a bittersweet 16