Almost Dead

I'm missing summer vacation
I miss when weekends were weekends
I miss when my biggest worry was a book report

Now I got rent and it's late yeah
I'm scared my memory fading
I'm up at 3am on WebMD and I swear I'm dying

Think I've had more than enough
The stress of being grown up
Is killing me I
Wanna hit rewind

Not really feeling my age
The responsibilities
Are pulling me down
How am I supposed to breathe now

Na nanana nanana
Na nanana nanana
Na nanana nanana
Where's the fucking rewind

I still like certain adult things
Like late nights with no strings
And Bloody Marys on Mondays
When I should be working

But I'm only drinking them for the taste now
'Cause they no longer make hangovers go away now
And I just feel like shit all day now

Think I've had more than enough
The stress of being grown up
Is killing me I
Wanna hit rewind

Not really feeling my age
The responsibilities
Are pulling me down
How am I supposed to breathe now

Na nanana nanana
Na nanana nanana
Na nanana nanana
Where's the fucking rewind

Why did I spend 2 years learning calculus and I still don't know how to do my taxes?
Tell me what the point of that is
Everything's getting more and more expensive but my income ain't going up
I miss playing handball against the wall but now I gotta protest against it
I do like grown up lunchables though, damn delicious
Who's down for some charcuterie?

Think I've had more than enough
The stress of being grown up
Is killing me I
Wanna hit rewind

Not really feeling my age
The responsibilities
Are pulling me down
How am I supposed to breathe now

Na nanana nanana
Na nanana nanana
Na nanana nanana (want my childhood back)
Where's the fucking rewind (where's the fucking rewind)

Na nanana nanana
Na nanana nanana
Na nanana nanana
Where's the fucking rewind



Credits
Writer(s): Alexander Shofler, Sam Farrar, Anastasia Whiteacre
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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