Billie Eilish - Getting Older

I'm getting older

I think I'm aging well

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

There's reasons that I'm thankful

There's a lot I'm grateful for

But it's different when a stranger's always waiting at your door

Which is ironic

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

Too bad, they're usually deranged



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

I make everything sound worse

Can't shake the feeling that I'm just bad at healing

And maybe that's the reason every sentence sounds rehearsed

Which is ironic

Because when I wasn't honest, I was still being ignored

Now we're estranged



Things I once enjoyed

Just keep me employed now

Things I'm longing for, someday, I'll be bored of

It's so weird

That we care so much, until we don't