Music: Avery Nichole Lynch/Neisha Grace
Lyrics: Neisha Grace/Avery Nichole Lynch
22 is stupid, confusing, and messed up
Between clueless and trying and grown up
Some of my friends they still act like they're kids and
Some of them have 'em
I'm sort of mostly fully independent
But my mom still makes all my appointments
And I don't know what I'd do if she didn't
Lately I haven't been sure where I'm supposed to fit in
Honestly I thought I'd figure it out as I went
But I still sit at the kids table and I don't think I wanna leave it
And no one told me that growing up you're just tryna catch up
To the way you're supposed to be feeling
And now I'm gonna be turning 23 and nothing is different
Yeah I still sit at the kids table never gonna know when to leave it
22 is faking I have it together
'Cause when I don't I feel like I've gone nowhere
Wearing hand-me-down clothes from my sisters even though
We're thousands of miles from each other
And I keep cutting my hair to feel different
As if that could change my whole perspective
It never does and I only regret it
Lately I haven't been sure where I'm supposed to fit in
Honestly I thought I'd figure it out as I went
But I still sit at the kids table and I don't think I wanna leave it
And no one told me that growing up you're just tryna catch up
To the way you're supposed to be feeling
And now I'm gonna be turning 23 and nothing is different
Yeah I still sit at the kids table never gonna know when to leave it
I still sit and the kids table and I don't think I wanna leave it
No one told me that growing up you're just tryna catch up
To the way you're supposed to be feeling
And now I'm gonna be turning 23 and nothing is different
I still sit at the kids table never gonna know when to leave-i-i-i-i-i it
I still sit at the kids table never gonna know when to leave it