Every headline, every deadline feels so seriously staged
Every expectation feels too hard to face
Oh, the pressure used to never take ahold of me this way
Oh, I miss my innocence, it felt so safe
'Cause those monsters under my bed became the ones in my head
Now, the grass ain't so green and I'm not as naive as the old me
I used to dream of getting older
Now, I wish I could go back
'Cause all this weight is on my shoulders
Never used to feel like that
Tell me, have you seen the old me?
The guy who's always drunk alive
'Cause I've been trying to find him lately
To see a better future through his eyes
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh-oh
Oh-oh, oh-oh
Where's the white eye, confident guy with the grin up on his face?
Where's the optimist I was at half this age?
I miss my day dreams, miss my pre-teens, miss my stupid, young mistakes
But I know I'm still in the good old da-a-ays
I used to dream of getting older
Now, I wish I could go back
'Cause all this weight is on my shoulders
Never used to feel like that
Tell me, have you seen the old me?
The guy who's always drunk alive
'Cause I've been trying to find him lately
To see a better future through his eyes
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh-oh
Oh-oh, oh-oh
Those monsters under my bed became the ones in my head
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