Getting Older Billie Eilish

Im getting older

I think Im aging well

I wish someone had told me, Id be doing this by myself

Theres reasons that Im thankful

Theres a lot Im grateful for

But its different when a strangers always waiting at your door

Which is ironic

Cause the strangers seem to want me more than anyone before (Anyone before)

Too bad, theyre usually deranged



Last week, I realized I crave pity, when I retell a story

I make everything sound worse

Cant shake the feeling that Im just bad at healing

And maybe thats the reason every sentence sounds rehearsed

Which is ironic

Because when I wasnt honest, I was still being ignored

Now were estranged



Things I once enjoyed

Just keep me employed now

Things Im longing for, someday, Ill be bored of

Its so weird

That we care so much, until we dont