In a quarter-life crisis
To be honest, I hate that I'm like this
I say I'm okay, but I'm lying, I'm lying, yeah
And I never stop trying
To look like I've always been thriving
'Cause my friends don't have problems surviving
Surviving, yeah

Maybe I don't like getting older
I'm losing control, losing control
Maybe if I let it all go
You'll fill my soul, fill my soul again

I get caught up in timing
I'm in Nashville, but my dreams are dying
I just wanna be something, be something, yeah
So I'm done trying to make it
I've spent my whole life trying to fake it
Life is good when I'm living like it's enough

Maybe I don't like getting older
I'm losing control, losing control
Maybe if I let it all go
You'll fill my soul, fill my soul again

Maybe I don't like getting older
I'm losing control, losing control
Maybe if I let it all go
You'll fill my soul, fill my soul again

I'm older now
Fill my soul again
I'm older now
Fill my soul again