I'm a twenty something Something's running through my veins I'm feeling quite alone Used to say I gave a fuck about a shit But now that shit that I dismiss gets in my bones And you can tell your friends that I'm a mess And that I always stay at home But your alcohol will fade away Those local bars and glory days are gone
And how about that? Still stuck in the past Did you think it would last? This, too, shall pass
Passed out slow yeah It's all in my head Or it's all too real Either way I'm fucked Either way I've had enough And I did this to myself
And how about that? Still stuck in the past Did you think it would last? This, too, shall pass
