I'm walking this Spring, finally. And my birthday is in 5 days!
I'll be turning 23.
Nobody likes you when you're 23, as the song goes. So Russell left.
Fuck it, I'm gonna have a good fucking time. Moving on, moving on. April will be a good month because I'm going to make it so.
We've many years ahead to fall in line, why would you wish that on me? I never wanna act my age.
What's my age again?
