Maybe it's not my weekend, but it's gonna be my year

Parece escrita para mí, para mi situación actual. No hay absolutamente nada que no encaje. Get ready, Cologne and Las Cruces!

Manage me, I'm a mess

Turn a page, I'm a book half unread

I wanna be laughed at, laughed with, just because

I wanna feel weightless and that should be enough

But I'm stuck in this fucking rut

Waiting on a second-hand pick-me-up

And I'm over getting older

If I could just find the time

Then I would never let another day go by

I'm over getting old

Maybe it's not my weekend but it's gonna be my year

And I'm so sick of watching while the minutes pass as I go nowhere

And this is my reaction to everything I fear

'Cause I've been going crazy, I don't wanna waste another minute here

Make believe that I impress

That every word, by design, turns a head

I wanna feel reckless, wanna live it up just because

I wanna feel weightless 'cause that would be enough

If I could just find the time

Then I would never let another day go by

I'm over getting old

Maybe it's not my weekend but it's gonna be my year

And I'm so sick of watching while the minutes pass as I go nowhere

And this is my reaction to everything I fear

'Cause I've been going crazy, I don't wanna waste another minute here

This could be all I've waited for

And this could be everything I don't wanna dream anymore

Maybe it's not my weekend but it's gonna be my year

And I've been going crazy, I'm stuck in here

Maybe it's not my weekend but it's gonna be my year

And I'm so sick of watching while the minutes pass as I go nowhere

And this is my reaction to everything I fear

'Cause I've been going crazy, I don't wanna waste another minute here