All You Gotta Be When You're 23 Is Yourself

i’ll buy your ticket to the show,
i’ll buy you lemonade
if i only had fifty dollars to my name
i know you’d do the same
moving to a new city,
shaky footing till ya kiss me
now i’m philadelphia-crushin
walk three miles with me, honey
just for fun
cause all you gotta be
when you’re 23
is yourself
call yourself an artist,
work part-time at whole foods
it’s all good
displaced, thoughts racing, do i
settle down or keep moving
i am 23 years old today
where’s my birthday cake?
feel better cause with you life’s vacation
travel to the kitchen, get wylde on green tea
re-read our favorite stories, remember who we used to be
then forget it cause we’ve got a whole new city to see
and all you gotta be
when you’re 23
is yourself
call yourself an artist,
work part-time at whole foods
it’s all good
wear stupid lookin' shoes
defuse left-over teenage blues
it’s all god