22 is stupid, confusing, and messed up
Between clueless and trying and grown-up
Some of my friends, they still act like they're kids, and
Some of them have 'em

I'm sort-of mostly fully independent
But my mom still makes all of my appointments
And I don't know what I'd do if she didn't
Lately, I haven't been sure where I'm supposed to fit in

Honestly, I thought I'd figure it out as I went
But I still sit at the kids' table
And I don't think I wanna leave it
And no one told me that growin' up

You're just tryna catch up
To the way that you're supposed to be feelin'
And now I'm gonna be turning 23, nothing is different
Yeah, I still sit at the kids' table

Never gonna know when to leave it
22 is fake, and I have it together
'Cause when I don't, I feel like I've gone nowhere
Wearing hand-me-down clothes from my sisters

Even though we're thousands of miles from each other
And I keep cuttin' my hair to feel different
As if that could change my whole perspective
It never does, and I only regret it
(Hm-mm)

Lately, I haven't been sure where I'm supposed to fit in (supposed to fit in)
Honestly, I thought I'd figure it out as I went
But I still sit at the kids' table
And I don't think I wanna leave it

And no one told me that growin' up
You're just tryna catch up
To the way that you're supposed to be feelin'
And now I'm gonna be turning 23, nothing is different

Yeah, I still sit at the kids' table
Never gonna know when to leave it
I still sit at the kids' table
And I don't think I wanna leave it

No one told me that growin' up
You're just tryna catch up
To the way that you're supposed to be feelin'
I still sit at the kids' table

And I don't think I wanna leave it
And no one told me that growin' up
You're just tryna catch up
To the way that you're supposed to be feelin'

And now I'm gonna be turning 23, nothing is different
Yeah, I still sit at the kids' table
Never gonna know when to leave it
I still sit at the kids' table
Never gonna know when to leave it