i wish i found some better sounds no one’s ever heard
i wish i had a better voice that sang some better words
i wish i found some chords in an order that is new
i wish i didn’t have to rhyme every time i sang
i was told when i get older all my fears would shrink
but now i’m insecure and i care what people think
pre
my name’s blurryface and i care what you think
my name’s blurryface and i care what you think
wish we could turn back time to the good old days
when our momma sang us to sleep but now we’re stressed out
oh wish we could turn back time oh to the good old days oh
when our momma sang us to sleep but now we’re stressed out
we’re stressed out
sometimes a certain smell will take me back to when i was young
how come i’m never able to identify where it’s comin’ from
i’d make a candle out of it if i ever found it
try to sell it never sell out of it i’d probably only sell one
it’d be to my brother ’cause we have the same nose
same clothes homegrown a stone’s throw from a creek we used to roam
but it would remind us of when nothing really mattered
out of student loans and treehouse homes we all would take the latter
pre
mymymy name’s blurryface and i care what you think
my name’s blurryface and i care what you think
wish we could turn back time to the good old days
when our momma sang us to sleep but now we’re stressed out
oh wish we could turn back time oh to the good old days oh
when our momma sang us to sleep but now we’re stressed out
we used to play pretend give each other different names
we would build a rocket ship an’ then we’d fly it far away
used to dream of outer space but now they’re laughin’ at our face
sayin’ wake up you need to make money yeah
we used to play pretend give each other different names
we would build a rocket ship an’ then we’d fly it far away
used to dream of outer space but now they’re laughin’ at our face
sayin’ wake up you need to make money yeah
wish we could turn back time to the good old days
when our momma sang us to sleep but now we’re stressed out
oh wish we could turn back time oh to the good old days oh
when our momma sang us to sleep but now we’re stressed out
we used to play pretend used to play pretend money
we used to play pretend wake up you need the money
used to play pretend used to play pretend money
we used to play pretend wake up you need the money
used to play pretend give each other different names
we would build a rocket ship and then we’d fly it far away
used to dream of outer space but now they’re laughin’ at our face
sayin’ wake up you need to make money yeah
Artist: Twenty One Pilots
Year: 2015
Decade: 10s
Language: en
Word Count: 306