I turned 19 three months back, but still can't fathom how to act.
because this subtle shit is back, I'd rather lay inside and read and spend my life like the weekend.
And all my friends will slowly move away and change, and I'll be left here feeling strange with all my comrades out of range for me to reach.
It seems so odd to have to read because im yourself, and you're so much of someone else that they feel like it's unhealthy.
But I guess it's part of life to surrender what you like in favour of the things you have to do, and there's so much I have to do these da-ys.
So much these da-ys

Turning 18 in a month, going on to [?]
And I'm scared for what's going to happen.
I'm going through a breakup and I normally cope with things I shouldn't forget myself and trouble too much lately
All my friends are anarchists and I don't know what i think of things hard to complicate it and the world is full of shit.
[?]
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh.

I'm not ready for a test, I'm not ready for what's next.
I'm not ready for a test, I'm not ready for what's next.
I'm not ready for a test, I'm not ready for what's next.
I'm not ready for a test, I'm not ready for what's next.
[Please edit this Genius user base, I couldn't understand because of the echo.]