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Yeah I'm old but I'm under-rated
And I don't want to overstate it
I'm more panicked every single day
Yeah I'm working and I get by
On a diet of alcohol and Facetime
But I miss my friends and the songs we play

There's empty tables everywhere
And darkened theatres; I swear
I saw a ghost last night in my backyard staring
My tremor's getting worse somehow
I can't help but remembering how down
I felt eight years ago and maybe it's worse now

I write songs but no one hears me
I'm fucking sad, don't say I'm lazy
And it just keeps getting worse each day
We're all here hoping it gets better
Trying to get to now from never
And I just can't bring myself to say
That I'm okay
That you're okay
That I'm okay
That we're okay

We can make it top side
We can crawl out of this mess we're in
I can make it top side
I can climb out, I'll be whole again

We can make it top side
We can crawl out of this mess we're in
I can make it top side
I can climb out, I'll be whole again

We can make it top side
We can crawl out of this mess we're in
I can make it top side
I can climb out, I'll be whole again

We can make it top side
We can crawl out of this mess we're in
I can make it top side
I can climb out, I'll be whole again

We can make it top side
We can crawl out of this mess we're in
I can make it top side
I can climb out, I'll be whole again



Credits
Writer(s): Nicholas Reed
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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