Some days I run for cover
Some I only run my mouth
Don’t know what that’s about (ah)
I’m playing games to kill the time
Until my battery’s out
Don’t mean to shut you out
Lately I’ve been thinking
That I wanna buy a fast car
Yeah, yeah
Digging for emotions
In the middle of a scrapyard
One, two, three, four
We all stay young
With what we know
And then complain we’re on our own
For all our phones
And dirty clothes
Pretend we’re fine and dance alone
Drugs in our blood
Smoke in our lungs
Fill up my cup
It’s never enough
We’re left on our own
And all that we want
To dance with somebody
Yeah, yеah
Twenty-three’s the time
For bеing arrogant and proud
(It’s definitely the time)
But you’re scared of being loud (oh)
Our deepest fear is if we’re busy
Then we’re missing out
On something better now
Lately I’ve been thinking
That I wanna buy a fast car
Yeah, yeah
Digging for emotions
In the middle of a scrapyard
One, two, three, four
We all stay young
With what we know
And then complain we’re on our own
For all our phones
And dirty clothes
Pretend we’re fine and dance alone
Drugs in our blood
Smoke in our lungs
Fill up my cup
It’s never enough
We’re left on our own
And all that we want
To dance with somebody
I can see the party
From the backseat of the cop car
We just keep on running
But we never getting that far
We all stay young
With what we know
And then complain we’re on our own
For all our phones
And dirty clothes
Pretend we’re fine and dance alone
Yeah
Pretend we’re fine and dance alone
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