Most things that push us forward
Will eventually hold us back
But if we admit that this is all we got
This might be all we ever have

Who wants to spend the entire life
With one thing, when every five years
We feel differently

I told you I loved you when I was 16
And now I sit here with a drink

Hell knows I'm miserable now
Hell knows I'm miserable now
Hell knows I'm miserable now

Tell me that I never seem to age
Tell me that I look the same
Tell me I look like death
But you said that yesterday