It’s said the real miracle of Jesus was having 12 close friends in his thirties
My friendships now are just figuring out whose turn it is to cancel plans
And I’m so tired all the time, and my back hurts all the time
And I just cleaned my whole house and now it all needs cleaned again

And I finally understand what my mom was so upset about
And I’ve got a laundry pile and this real nice box I can’t throw out
And I’m an adult now so nobody can tell me what to do.
Please tell me what to do…

I’m always rushing to get somewhere I don’t want to go in the first place
I used to sneak out to go party, I sneak out of parties now to go home
And I swear I haven’t changed, but now everything is strange
And the front one on the right’s my favorite burner on the stove

And I finally understand what my mom was so upset about
And I’ve got a bag of plastic bags and boxes that I can’t throw out
And I’m an adult now so nobody can tell me what to do.
Please tell me what to do…

I wanna be invited but I just don’t wanna go
My life is mostly paying bills & telling myself no
And deleting all these emails…

I’ve got 50 f***ing Tupperwares and not one matching lid
I’ve got at least a couple boxes full of random power cords
And I don’t wanna cook, and I can’t afford to eat out
Got a mushy veggie pile in my refrigerator drawer

And I finally understand what my mom was so upset about
And I’ve got a bag of plastic bags and boxes that I can’t throw out
And I’m an adult now so nobody can tell me what to do.
Please tell me what to do…