By Jemma Burgess

 

A Quarter Life Crisis

 

To the tune of Taylor Swift’s song 22

 

It feels like a perfect night to get drunk on red wine

And post it online, uh uh uh uh

It feels like a perfect night to stuff my face with curry

And pass out on the settee uh uh uh uh

Yeah

We’re stressed, confused and lonely at the same time

It’s miserable and magical oh yeah

Tonight’s the night when we forget about my tragic life, it’s time uh oh

I don’t know about you but I’ve just turned 25

I’m starting to hate my life, what a time to be alive

You don’t know about me, but I bet you want to

Everything is not alright, but I’ll just keep dancing like I’m 25, 25

It seems like one of those nights

I down tequila then proceed to be sick uh uh, uh uh

It seems like the perfect night

To start full on crying and end up sleeping at nine.

Yeah

We’re stressed, confused and lonely at the same time

It’s miserable and magical oh yeah

Tonight’s the night when we forget about my tragic life, it’s time uh oh

I don’t know about you but I’ve just turned 25

I’m starting to hate my life, what a time to be alive

You don’t know about me, but I bet you want to

Everything is not alright, but I’ll just keep dancing like I’m 25, 25

I don’t know about you, 25 uh uh 25 uh uh

It feels like one of those nights

It’s a quarter life crises.

It feels like one of those nights

I think I have cystitis. 

It feels like one of those nights

Is that a kebab, I gotta have you, I gotta have you ohh, uh, yeah

I don’t know about you but I’ve just turned 25

I’m starting to hate my life, what a time to be alive

You don’t know about me, but I bet you want to

Everything is not alright, but I’ll just keep dancing like I’m 25 uh uh, 25 uh uoh,

25 uh uh, yeah, 25 uh uhoo, yeah yeah

The End.