Yr 20s

At the tender age of 23
I sat there in my humdrumdry
I sat there, sitting on my bed
Wondering if I'd ever see
The things I always wanted to see
At the tender age of 23
At the tender age of 23

Does anybody have a map?
Does anybody else have a roadmap in their head?
Of all the places you want to go before you're dead?
Of all the things you want to feel?
Is it ever gonna be real?

If I could find a way to run far away
If therе was a way I could tear myself into tiny piecеs
Each one with their own eyes to see
Each one with their own legs to run free
If I
If I
If I

At the tender age of 23
At the tender age of 23
At the tender age of 23
At the tender age of 23 I sat

Sitting in my room
Covered in the gloom
The dust that settles when you're not doing what you want to do
Sitting, trapped inside a cycle
When you don't know where the end is of the circle
I, I

At the tender age of 23
At the tender age of 23

Ah-ah-ah-ah, ah, ah
Ah-ah-ah-ah, ah, ah, ah
Ah-ah-ah-ah, ah...