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Stressed Out

Our Last Night


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

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 ol' days
When our momma sang us to sleep
But now we're stressed out
Wish we could turn back time
To the good ol' days
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 coming 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

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 ol' days
When our momma sang us to sleep
But now we're stressed out

Wish we could turn back time
To the good ol' days
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
And then we'd fly it far away
Used to dream of outer space
But now they're laughing at our face
Saying: wake up, you need to make money

We 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 laughing at our face
Saying: Wake up, you need to make money

Wish we could turn back time
To the good ol' days
When our momma sang us to sleep
But now we're stressed out

Wish we could turn back time
To the good ol' days
When our momma sang us to sleep
But now we're stressed out
We're stressed out

We 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 laughing at our face
Wake up, you need to make money

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