I'll take what I get but it's not the same that I give I think it's time for reciprocity They say that your quarter life is when you turn 25 I fear that mine is when I was 13 My family genes give me anxiety Don't wanna love and leave my offspring I play the cards in my head but I'm always folding them I'm so tired of the worrying More like the huddle at halftime Nobody cross the finish line If it's a matter of when baby hold my hand And I don't want you to let go If it's according to plan makes no sense god damn When half the time we don't know What kind of plan is hard to follow? This life that I live it ain't so hard to forget I'm getting swallowed by the memories Making myself itch like a cold call pitch Singing the same songs since I was 18 Now any kid with their phone can stream their home videos My childhood's in the basement As the boxes grow they're now stories told And my memories no witness You better cross them like a checklist In a quarterlife crisis If it's a matter of when baby hold my hand And I don't want you to let go If it's according to plan makes no sense god damn When half the time we don't know What kind of plan is hard to follow? If it's a matter of when baby hold my hand And I don't want you to let go If it's according to plan makes no sense god damn When half the time we don't know What kind of plan is hard to follow? If it's a matter of when baby hold my hand And I don't want you to let go If it's according to plan makes no sense god damn When half the time we don't know What kind of plan is hard to follow?