I leave my house at three o'clock With two hundred texts and two missed calls Guess all of the friends that I pissed off All talked And I took a job for just July But feels like I might be here for life
Yeah, I'm in it now, I'm in it now Could I start again somehow?
Yes, I'm a mess with an S on my chest Got stress fillin' up my head So I spent last night blowin' up my life Now you won't see me again Cheers to the front and cheers to the back And cheers to the 2010s I could hate my guts when the Sun comes up But I like myself like this I like myself like this
Why should I fix the shit I've done When I could just pack my shit and run? Delete every number from my phone So long Yeah, I'll get new shirts 'cause mine all stink And I'll tell my boss what I really think
Yeah, I'm in it now, I'm in it now Could I start again somehow?
Yes, I'm a mess with an S on my chest Got stress fillin' up my head So I spent last night blowin' up my life Now you won't see me again Cheers to the front and cheers to the back And cheers to the 2010s I could hate my guts when the Sun comes up But I like myself like this I like myself like this
Yes, I'm a mess with an S on my chest So I spent last night blowin' up my life Now you won't see me again Yes, I'm a mess with an S on my chest I could hate my guts when the Sun comes up But I guess that's what this is I like myself like this
I could hate my guts when the Sun comes up But I like myself like this
Compositores: Adam Brett Metzger (Adam Brett Met) (BMI), Jack Evan Metzger (Jack Evan Met) (BMI), Ryan Joshua Metzger (Ryan Met) (BMI)Editor: Amab Songs (BMI)ECAD verificado obra #40909845 em 16/Mai/2024