[Verse] "Hey mom..." "It's me." "Can I ask you something?" "I'm thirty-four now, you know?" "on my way to thirty-five." "Guess what?" "Still don't know what the fuck I'm doing" "like at all..." "Mom..." "Am I gonna be alright..." [Verse] Yeah mom, I do have friends and like they keep asking "What's your plan now?" and After the major break-up I don't have an answer of my own. the only one left was lill me and I was so close to losing him like we fight and all that but we're siblings, isn't that normal? like yeah we're grown-ups pay our bills, show up to things but inside I'm still trying to not let him slip away again while figuring out who I even am But just maybe... "Maybe..." "Maybe... we're gonna be okay, Mom..." [Verse] Maybe we're all changing not dying exactly just shifting? like remember that jacket? I gave it away, now I want shoes heels, sneakers, something cheeky and also I'm a bit different now or am I still the same boy? "I can't tell..." "Both probably." [Chorus] thirty-four going on thirty-five still don't have it figured out and maybe that's okay we're still growing up maybe we're not gonna stop maybe nobody has a plan and we're all just pretending God I hope we're all pretending... [Verse] Mom, wanna know something? I'm not that bad as I thought kinda funny when I want to be a little sweet when happy but also not when hangry yeah I can be a bitch sometimes and I'm learning that's allowed or trying to learn to like all of me gets to exist the soft parts the bits that made dad mad the me still figuring itself out the he that flinches at people which is like most of them [Bridge] there's people around now good people and things are they're okay better than okay sometimes but I wake up some days and think Am I gonna be okay? where am I going? and the answer is just I don't know forward maybe? or sideways? or in circles? honestly... mostly circles but moving. I think... mm mm mmm, mm mm mmm la la laa, la la laa la la laaa, la la laaa laa-aa-aaa la la laaa, la la laaa la la laa, la la laa aah, la la laa mm... [Verse] Mom.. you know, the trauma stuff it's there always gonna be there but it's not uh— it's not my whole story anymore just part of it like a song I've heard too many times that I can skip ahead now see what else is on or try to sometimes I still get stuck on it on my... favorite one but less less often and that's something. [Verse] thirty-four still growing still healing somehow here and honestly... uh— yeah— that's pretty good yeah— that's... fucking good. [Outro] "Yeah, I get it." "Thanks, mom." "Love you." "You too, bye now."
