I’m freakin out bout a lotta things in my head
friends pissed off cus I’m not listening
but I’m just waiting for that same spam call to buzz
and send me spiraling
I’m freakin out bout the day I turn 24
not much left could impress anymore
I’m long passed young and sad enough
for the kids to line up at my store :-(
I’m freakin out
I’m freakin out ‘bout my future
the fortune and failure, at once
I’m freakin out about stamped letters
the dry spells don’t get any wetter
and I’m still unsure of my balance
I’m freaking out about clocks ticking
looks fading, momentum thinning
nineteen was a play that cut so fast
can’t build a house with no cash and no clout :-\
I’m freakin out
yr freakin out
we’re freakin out ‘bout the deadlines
the weekends, the side eyes at brunch