STRESSED OUT

Twenty one pilots

My name’s ‘Blurryface’ and I care what you think Wish we could turn back time, to the good ol’ days, When our momma sang us to sleep but now we’re stressed out. 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." Wish we could turn back time, to the good ol’ days, When our momma says us to sleep but now we’re stressed out.