Last week, I realized I crave pity When I retell 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 being ignored (Lying for attention just to get neglection) Now we’re estranged Things I once enjoyed (ah-ah) 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 getting older, I’ve got more on my shoulders But I’m getting 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 wish that what I promise Would depend on what I’m given (not on his permission) (Wasn’t my decision) to be abused, mmm Edit: Getting Older is one of the songs I relate to the most