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 sangI 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 oneIt'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."
Yo.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."
Yo.
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."
Yo.
