When I was ten, I used to think

that all the high school kids were cool

Going through four years

I had my twenties all planned through

But now I've doubled down on those two digits I outgrew

And yet I still know nothing new

I never graduated senior, so I never left for school

My friends would go and party while I'd stay up in my room

My parents said the music wouldn't pay for all my dues

And now I wish I'd thought this through

I'm so sick and tired of the chanting by the fire

While the candle lost its spark

Can't help but feel sorry for the people at my party

Almost twenty-one, but I think I'm done

I see another moment happening, another dream I'll pass

Too scared to say a word when I'm responding to their texts

I'm throwing out my chances every time they're in my hand

And yet I wonder why they don't come back

No, I'm too busy moping over all the memories I lost

And living out my dreams until they leave me in the dark

They slowly turn to terrors as I lose the kid I was

'Cause if he saw me, he'd turn 'round and run

And I'm so sick and tired of the chanting by the fire

While the candle lost its spark

I can't help but feel sorry for the people at my party

'Cause without them, I'd be gone

I'm tired of feeling awful

after all the pain I've caused them

Watching all my tears dry out

The audience is watching as I recollect my story

Almost twenty-one, but I think I'm done