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