(musical intro) (Verse) I hope I am not listening to these songs when I am 28 Still singing along to them would be a fucked fate I hope one day I will the able to pay for and keep a date I thought I’d make it tomorrow, but I guess tomorrow’s running late So, I select “My Favorite Songs” list on my cracked iPhone Sing under my breath as I take the red line home Embarrassing songs about how I am so lost and alone And dreaming of a day I will make it on my own (pre-chorus) The same sad songs on rotation But if it is any consolation . . . (Chorus ) I hope these aren’t my favorite songs one day But right now, I relate to every single word they say Like how I’m falling down and breaking apart Like how they stole, shattered, then stomped on my heart Feeling stuck in the wrong Shakespearean play I’m shouting about how nothing goes my way “Everything’s wrong!” — I know, I’m a cliché But I hope these aren’t my favorite songs one day (Verse) I am older now, and I got new problems and a new favorite sad mix About debt, self-actualization, and how the world is just a bunch of dicks How I am not moving fast enough, when the clock tick, tick, ticks Oh god I hope I am not listening to these songs when I am thirty-six But for now I play them all loud through my tiny stereo Songs about where did all of my roaring twenties go And how I still feel like an amateur when I thought by now I’d be a pro And how there’s still so many things about life I don’t know (pre-chorus) Stuck on a new frustration But once again, if it is any consolation . . . (Chorus) I hope these aren’t my favorite songs one day But right now, I relate to every single word they say About the fear I’ll never make any real heart And the worry that my career won’t ever start Feeling trapped in a sad New York play I’m yelling about how life works in the wrong way “It’s so unfair!” — I know, I’m a cliché But I hope these aren’t my favorite songs one day (Bridge) Some day, I hope I’ll hear one in a grocery store and just laugh When the pain of today will be firmly in my past And I’ll be thankful for what these songs meant for me back then When I would play these sad words over again and again and again (pre-chours) These emo songs on rotation But as always, if it is any consolation . . . (Chorus ) I hope these aren’t favorite songs one day But right now, I relate to every single word they say Like how I’m stalling out and falling apart Like how they stole, shattered, then stomped on my heart But I will always choose to press play And shout every single line in the loudest way “Everything’s fucked!” - I know, I’m a cliché But, I hope these aren’t my favorite songs one day I hope these aren’t my favorite songs one day Oh god, I hope these aren’t my favorite songs one day
