I'm too young to feel this old and everything is boring
I hate the way I look and I should've stayed home
There's a stranger in a band who says she's twenty-one
And she's scared to die alone
and I can't tell if she's joking

Text me when you get home
I'll be okay alone

It's a bitter pill
I'll get over it
Once I can admit
That the golden years are over
If I met myself
Would I know who she is?
'Cause I feel like shit
Are we ovеr? Is it over yet?

I get a funny pain in thе deep pit of my stomach
When I think about the venue that closed after we met
It always smelled so sour like beer and disinfectant
But it makes me kinda sick that I won't smell it again

Once you're back from the bar
Cried in a bathroom stall

It's a silly pain
It's hard to explain
But I'd give anything
To get back inside those moments
If I met myself
Would I know who she is?
'Cause I feel like shit
Are we over? Is it over yet?

Is this what it's all been for?
I wanted so much more

It's a bitter pill
I'll get over it
Once I can admit
That the golden years are over
If I met myself
Would I know who she is?
'Cause I feel like shit
Are we over? Is it over yet?

Is it over yet?
Oh
Oh
Is it over yet?