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Can I tell you a story
About a boy who broke his own heart
And he always blamed everybody else
But the truth is that he did it to himself
Made a couple songs, that got big
Thought that he could do whatever he wanted
But it all left him with a hole in his heart
Ooh, money buys you happiness but
Ooh, doesn't buy you time
The more that I get older, the less I wanna be sober
And I can't quit goddamn it, and maybe I'm just broken
And I'll never admit it but I wish that I was younger
Yeah, 26 and rich, how the hell did it come to this?
And I wish I could tell you
Everything is perfect but it's not
I been staring at the ceiling for like ten days
But I'm pretty sure that I forgot
What it's like to be a person that doesn't think
That everything he does just sucks
Oh, it's a perfect world until it's not
Ooh, money buys you happiness but
Ooh, doesn't buy you time
The more that I get older, the less I wanna be sober
And I can't quit goddamn it, and maybe I'm just broken
And I'll never admit it but I wish that I was younger
Yeah, 26 and rich, how the hell did it come to this?
The more that I get older, the less I wanna be sober
Yeah, 26 and rich, how the hell did it come to this?