Isabel Dumaa - Quarter Life Crisis

Lyrics

Staying up till 6 am
Losing sleep so I don’t lose friends
Swear it’s the last time
Or else I’ll lose my mind

 Another weekend, outta my hands
Another party i can’t stand
Feeling half alive
Don’t mean to kill the vibe

Losing my grip but can’t let go
So i say yes when i mean no
Foot on the gas I lost control

If i could do whatever I wanna
I’d disappear in my impala
drive far away from california
Left to my devices it’s a quarter life crisis

If I never make a dolla
As the star of my own melodrama
I’ll be doing what I wanna
Left to my devices it’s a quarter life crisis

Sadness and jealousy
looked it up on webMD
Can’t stop obsessing
Curse and a blessing

Look at myself like “Who is she”
 not where I thought I’d be
Rose colored glasses
Can’t mask the time passing

Losing my grip but can’t let go
Guess this is reaping what I sow
Foot on the gas I lost control

If i could do whatever I wanna
I’d disappear in my impala
drive far away from california
Left to my devices fuck a quarter life crisis

If I never make a dollar
As the star of my own melodrama
I’ll be doing what I wanna
Left to my devices it’s a quarter life crisis

Floating ain’t the same as swimming
I know i ain’t drowning
But breathing isn’t living

Falling aint the same as flying
If i say i'm alright
Then i’d just be lying

If i could do whatever I wanna
I’d disappear in my impala
drive far away from california
Left to my devices fuck a quarter life crisis

If I never make a dollar
As the star of my own melodrama
I’ll be doing what I wanna
Left to my devices it’s a quarter life crisis