twenty fuckin three

they say age is just a number
but where does that start and where does that end
every think that there's a reason for the half plus seven
no, you don't get to say that you feel guilty about that
the fact that you're twenty fucking three negates that fact

you should've known better than to flirt and mess with me
for yet another time, dude, i'm barely sixteen
under the blatant attention, i don't mind and sometimes i don't
curse your name the way that i promised i won't

knew full well that i'm some perverted fantasy fulfilled
i went through it all anyway since i liked being your girl
now that attention has fizzled and i've gotten to think
guess you ghosting me is the reason i'm covered in ink
theorize if i would've pulled my head out of my ass
how much later if you hadn't let this feeling pass

risk shouldn't be such an irresistible factor
every night now, i just fucking wonder
even after all of this, is age still just a number