21

Why do I miss home?
Why do I never call?
Why do I put pen to paper
Just to do the same things and pretend I’ve grown?

Why do I jump
Through every hoop I can just to push away
Everyone who tells me that I’ll be ok?

I’m just 21
With nothing to call my own
And I still feel all alone
In a room full of people
In a room full of empty faces

I’m just 21
An open-casket narcissist
Shot for the clouds but I still missed
I wish that I could say I’ve changed
Or at least I’ve tried at 21

Why don’t I miss you?
The person that I was
Or the person that I am
I don’t see them around anymore

The shitty songs you liked to play
The dumb facts you liked to learn
Now all that you know is the past and future
You’re an investment with no return

I’m just 21
With nothing to call my own
And I still feel all alone
In a room full of people
In a room full of empty faces

I’m just 21
An open-casket narcissist
Shot for the clouds but I still missed
I wish that I could say I’ve changed
Or at least I’ve tried at 21

If I die
Before I wake
At least I’ll finally
Get a break
From my mind
From the life I’m not even living
Why am I living

I’m just 21
With nothing to call my own
And I still feel all alone
In a room full of people
In a room full of empty faces

I’m just 21
An open-casket narcissist
Shot for the clouds but I still missed
I wish that I could say I’ve changed
Or at least I’ve tried
I wish I tried at 21