Stressed Out

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 old days When our mama 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 mama 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 tree house 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 old days When our mama 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 mama sang us to sleep But now we're stressed out 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", yeah 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", yeah Wish we could turn back time To the good old days When our mama 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 mama 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 laughing at our face saying "Wake up, you need to make money", yeah

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