Yeah
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 ol’ days
When our mama sang us to sleep
But now we'rе stressed out

Wish we could turn back timе
To the good ol’ days
When our mama sang us to sleep
But now we're stressed out, out, out, out, out, out, out
We're stressed out, out, out, out, out, out, out
We're stressed out, out, out, out, out, out, out
We're stressed out, out, out, out, out, out, out
We're stressed out

Sometimes a certain smell will take me back to when I was young and
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 ol’ days
When our mama sang us to sleep
But now we're stressed out

Wish we could turn back time
To the good ol’ days
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"
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
What is the medicine when nostalgia is leavening
Innocence into every song
Where are the medicine men when you need them
I’m listening and sipping on a renaissance
I find that I’m sitting through good days and denying it’s okay
So I’m ripping my new jeans
Just to stay in my youth’s dreams
Then I’m sowing in new seams
Like a hypocrite, no teams
But as soon a my tomb gleams
I look back at my roots
Scream into the air if you need it
Release all that you been breathing
The memories will keep bleeding in
But today is still pleading for you to
Be what you’re needing
It may be misleading you
Cuz they want you succeeding
I only care that you’re feeling alive
So sing this with me to the sky
Wish we could turn back time
To the good ol’ days
When our mama sang us to sleep
But now we're stressed out
Wish we could turn back time
To the good ol’ days
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
We used to play pretend, used to play pretend, money
We used to play pretend, wake up, you need the money
We used to play pretend, give each other different names
We would build a rocket ship and then we'd fly it far away
We used to dream of outer space, but now they're laughing at our face saying
"Wake up, you need to make money", yeah