26 - Lauv

Can I tell you a story

'Bout a boy who broke his own heart?

And he always blamed everybody else

But the truth is that he did it to himself

He made a couple songs and they got big

Thought that he could do whatever he wanted

But it all left him with a hole in his heart

Ooh-ooh-ooh, money buys you happiness

But ooh-ooh-ooh, it doesn’t buy you time

The more that I get old

The less I wanna be sober

And I can’t quit, goddamit

And maybe I’m just broken

And I’ll never admit it

That I wish that I was younger

Yeah, twenty-six and I’m rich

How the hell did it come to this?

And I wish I could tell you

Everything is perfect, but it’s not

Now I’m starin' at the ceilin' 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 so perfect world until it’s not

Ooh-ooh-ooh, money buys you happiness

But ooh-ooh-ooh, it doesn’t buy you time

The more that I get old

The less I wanna be sober

And I can’t quit, goddamit

And maybe I’m just broken

And I’ll never admit it

That I wish that I was younger

Yeah, twenty-six and I’m rich

How the hell did it come to this?

The more that I get old

The less I wanna be sober

Yeah, twenty-six and I’m rich

How the hell did it come to this?