Lyrics:

Laney: 'I was really gonna be something by the age of 23'
Troy: 'Honey, all you have to be by the age of 23 is yourself'
Laney: 'I don't know who that is any more'


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 gooooooooooooooooooood!!!!