Lyric

I wake up before the alarm goes off

Bathroom run, now my brain’s switched on

Slack pings me, work won’t sleep

But your message? Still in read-receipt sleep

Hair’s gone rogue, waistline’s bold

CrossFit lasted—three days old

My tight suit mocks me in the mirror

And the younger me grins from a photo, clearer

Oat milk, vitamins, acting clean

But late-night snacks know what I mean

Searched TikTok: “Cologne to impress”

My kid said, “Dad, you're a hot mess”

Midlife crisis — tell me it’s not fate

Too old for trends, too young to wait

Every time I see you, my heart rewinds

But reality? I’m left on “Read” behind

Can’t call it last love, that sounds too neat

But my heart still runs like it’s twenty-three

Frozen meals, playlists from past decades

Interns call ‘90s music “retro shades”

Thought love was a young man’s line

Till your smile threw off my timeline

BuzzFeed said age don’t mean a thing

Still, I fix my tie, stand up straight and sing

Trying to act like I’ve got no fear

But next to you, I shift my gear

Midlife crisis — maybe I’m insane

But you light me up like a dopamine train

One text from you, I overanalyze

Some science explain how my heartbeat flies

Call it a reach, call it despair

I call it love — and I’m still right there

Time’s not something I’ve got to spare

Dreams got boxed, and I lost some air

But love — that’s one I’ll chase again

No age cap carved in passion's pen

Midlife crisis — still I stand

Not with roses, just open hands

Tie is crooked, hairline’s thin

But I’d stumble just to see you grin

If this is my last shot, so be it

Could be my first true hit