27 from 27 by delikately
Tracklist
| 5. | 27 | 3:40 |
Lyrics
at twenty seven i still blush when someone compliments me
it’s ridiculous
awkwardness doesn’t disappear
it settles in, becomes manageable
some days i even pass for confident
but underneath there’s always that familiar tension
a private reminder that growing up
doesn’t guarantee competence only practice
people assume i’m calm
and maybe i am if you don’t look too closely
being grown hasn’t smoothed a damn thing
i still think too long before i talk
forget the right expression for the right moment
wonder if i’m coming across as earnest or pathetic
walking home i replay things i didn’t say
they sound smarter in hindsight
that’s my curse good timing bad delivery
i hovered just close enough to seem involved
which probably made it worse
everyone else seems to enjoy narrating their lives
in neat confident sentences
i try to match the tone
but underneath there’s a constant negotiation
how to participate without overthinking
instead i do the cautious thing i wait i measure i second guess
people assume i’m calm
and maybe i am if you don’t look too closely
being grown hasn’t smoothed a damn thing
i still think too long before i talk
forget the right expression for the right moment
wondering if i’m coming across as earnest or pathetic
walking home i replay things i didn’t say
they sound smarter in hindsight
that’s my curse good timing bad delivery
it occurs to me not for the first time
that this is what adulthood turned out to be
paying rent on a life
where the awkward kid from school
still comes along to everything
doesn’t say much
remembers everything
and refuses to leave
people assume i’m fine
and i let them because the alternative
requires too much explanation
i still feel the old awkwardness sitting under my ribs
waiting for the right moment to embarrass me
wondering if i’m coming across as earnest or pathetic
walking home i replay things i didn’t say
they sound smarter in hindsight
that’s my curse good timing bad delivery
