Here I sit on a barstool in the city
Staring at a baseball trophy from 1998
And I think it's kind of sad but kind of lovely
As an effort of somebody
Not to forget the glory days
I want to hold on, too
Every time I get a headache
I think I'm gonna die
So I go and take an aspirin and I sit down and cry
Well, I think I'm kinda fragile
And I don't know why
I can't handle minor setbacks
I'm just not cut out for this life
Not cut out for this
I'm just not cut out for this life
Had a dream about a Grammy and a show
I'd play the Hollywood Bowl, maybe 2028
But I know that I am surely my worst critic
So I tell myself forget it
Don't you dream of the glory days
I want to hold on, too
Every time I get a headache
I think I'm gonna die
So I go and take an aspirin and I sit down and cry
Well, I think I'm kinda fragile
And I don't know why
I can't handle minor setbacks
I'm just not cut out for this life
Not cut out for this
I'm just not cut out for this
Life was easier in 1998
I was just a girl who used to love her birthday
Now it just reminds me
Of the friends I've left behind me
And it doesn't feel like much to celebrate
I want to hold on to the glory days
Every time I get a headache
I think I'm gonna die
So I go and take an aspirin and I sit down and cry
Well, I think I'm kinda fragile
And I don't know why
I can't handle minor setbacks
I'm just not cut out for this
Every time I get a headache
I think I'm gonna die
So I go and take an aspirin and I sit down and cry
Well I think I'm kinda fragile
And I don't know why
I can't handle minor setbacks
I'm just not cut out for this life