It's gotten crazy as heart attack At a rich girl's party but I'm stuck out back I'm locked outside, inside my mind I've got to know, is this my life? We saw the summer in our photographs Planned out the future, said we won't look back Now all that news, that dream ain't true So, hey, fuck me, and fuck you too
The days are so dramatic, a little tragic Whatever happened to us since the 90s? When punk was independent, and then it wasn't When everyone became a part of that scene The intеrnet was taking off Showing off a thousand other millionaires and siliconе things Fuck, we really set it off, and pissed them off Touring in the band when I was only eighteen
If you wanna try again Now and then you're alone But no longer eighteen I know you're nervous sometimes It's a game, do you know what I mean?
There's no fun anymore Nothing to do, nothing to see No fun anymore Everyone's bored 'cause we cut off their wings No fun anymore
Your plan was overrated and when you made it 'Cause you were young, you wouldn't know a damn thing A marriage simulated, will get deflated The friends you have will have a kid And never be seen Your job is never good enough or cool enough There's never passion in a deadly routine Secretly I say it, yeah, I'll admit it I kind of think that I just did the same thing
If you wanna try again Now and then you're alone But no longer eighteen I know you're nervous sometimes It's a game, do you know what I mean?
There's no fun anymore Nothing to do, nothing to see No fun anymore Everyone's bored 'cause we cut off their wings No fun anymore Changing the drug, leaving the speed No fun anymore And everything sucks when you're swimming upstream No fun anymore
Compositores: Mark Hoppus (ASCAP), Thomas Delonge (ASCAP), Travis L Barker (ASCAP)Editores: EMI April Music Inc (ASCAP), Jolly Old Saint Dick (ASCAP)Administração: EMI April Music Inc (ASCAP), Sony Music Publishing LlcECAD verificado obra #46244965 em 30/Set/2024 com dados da UBEM