A quarter a century old no worries nothing to be scared for

Flew down the country trying to prove to her that I really care more

Remembered every holiday but robbed of an anniversary now

I thought that I was always good at conversation when she speaks out

Maybe I was love blind cause it all worked in my mind



But she said “Happy birthday, I wanna break up, your

Twenty-five now and probably should wake up”

And I don’t have a plan

And I don’t understand why




I’m back in the airport, not a single place to be alone

Crying next to a stranger who cannot peel his eyes off his phone

Flight was delayed and tornado warnings rang like hell

Boarded the craft and I found I had a row to myself

Happy birthday to me, I guess

But everything that once shined

Is swallowed up in space-time



When she said “Happy birthday I wanna break up, your

Twenty-five now and probably should wake up”

And I don’t have a plan

And I, I don’t understand why



What about me could cause you to doubt me?

My heart on both sleeves and I wore it proudly

And I, I cannot describe this

And I want to survive this now



“Happy birthday I wanna break up, your

Twenty-five now and probably should wake up”

And I, I don’t have a plan

And I, I don’t understand why

I, I cannot describe it but

I, I gotta survive it now