25 (original version)

I had a fire in me
Used to know what that means
I don't know when it went out
And now I've been having these dreams
Where I'm running down streets
And I end up at your house
You broke my heart more than I thought
I forgave you already
I would answer if you called
I don't have a buck to my name
But god damn I'm a star
I'm a genius who fucked up

Don't we all masterbate?
Don't we all have last names?
Oh, honey you're too good for this world

But I can't cry anymore over boys with pink hair
Over girls with blue eyes
I'm fucking 25
And all I want?
I want more
I want more than a bedroom in Hollywood
Somewhere just trying to get by

I followed you down to the coast
Said I loved you the most
I never meant to wake up
I wish that we had some more time
I wish that I had the patience
But, baby, you're too young
I take photographs of my friends
So I'll remember them when I'm old and can't stand up
Our memories die with our brains
But I do not want to die
I just want to make love

Don't we all get the mail?
Don't we all take a piss?
Oh my god, you're too good for this world

But I, I can't cry anymore over boys with pink hair
Over girls with blue eyes
I'm fucking 25
And all I want?
I want more
I want more than a bedroom in Hollywood
Somewhere just trying to get by

I want more
I want more
I want more
I want more
I want more
I want more
Can't cry anymore over you
I'm fucking 25