Don't Say Much
Small talks, name drops
Act like you're famous
Ripped jeans, cheap beer
Like I don't pay rent here
Livin' in the moment,
Is cool 'til you're broke, man
Over and over, look
I'm getting older
Oooo
Feel like I'm going nowhere
My wheels spinning in the grass
We live on endless summer
Twenty, and we'll never crash
This feels like a wasted evening
Stuck with strangers getting drunk
We sound like broken records
Talk a whole lot but we don't say much
(But we don't say much)
(Talk a whole lot but we don't say much)
(But we don't say much)
(Talk a whole lot but we don't say much)
Sneakers, pink hair
Late nights in lawn chairs
Side jobs and big dreams
Dirty guitar strings
Laughing but anxious
I swear that we'll make it
So cry on my shoulder
It's hard getting older
Oooo
Feel like I'm going nowhere
My wheels spinning in the grass
We live on endless summer
20, and we'll never crash
This feels like a wasted evening
Stuck with strangers getting drunk
We sound like broken records
Talk a whole lot but we don't say much
(But we don't say much)
(Talk a whole lot but we don't say much)
(But we don't say much)
(Talk a whole lot but we don't say much)
(...)
Feel like I'm going nowhere
My wheels spinning in the grass
We live on endless summer
20, and we'll never crash
This feels like a wasted evening
Stuck with strangers getting drunk
We sound like broken records
Talk a whole lot but we don't say much
(But we don't say much)
(Talk a whole lot but we don't say much)
(But we don't say much)
(Talk a whole lot but we don't say much)
Act like you're famous
Ripped jeans, cheap beer
Like I don't pay rent here
Livin' in the moment,
Is cool 'til you're broke, man
Over and over, look
I'm getting older
Oooo
Feel like I'm going nowhere
My wheels spinning in the grass
We live on endless summer
Twenty, and we'll never crash
This feels like a wasted evening
Stuck with strangers getting drunk
We sound like broken records
Talk a whole lot but we don't say much
(But we don't say much)
(Talk a whole lot but we don't say much)
(But we don't say much)
(Talk a whole lot but we don't say much)
Sneakers, pink hair
Late nights in lawn chairs
Side jobs and big dreams
Dirty guitar strings
Laughing but anxious
I swear that we'll make it
So cry on my shoulder
It's hard getting older
Oooo
Feel like I'm going nowhere
My wheels spinning in the grass
We live on endless summer
20, and we'll never crash
This feels like a wasted evening
Stuck with strangers getting drunk
We sound like broken records
Talk a whole lot but we don't say much
(But we don't say much)
(Talk a whole lot but we don't say much)
(But we don't say much)
(Talk a whole lot but we don't say much)
(...)
Feel like I'm going nowhere
My wheels spinning in the grass
We live on endless summer
20, and we'll never crash
This feels like a wasted evening
Stuck with strangers getting drunk
We sound like broken records
Talk a whole lot but we don't say much
(But we don't say much)
(Talk a whole lot but we don't say much)
(But we don't say much)
(Talk a whole lot but we don't say much)
Credits
Writer(s): Rand Walter
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