I'M SORRY I THINK I’M STRESSED
I HAVE TO GET THIS OFF MY CHEST
I KNOW IT'S A CLICHE
BUT IF I COULD TURN BACK TIME
BEFORE THIS MIGHT BE ADDRESSED
& THE FLOWERS
THEY KNOW YOUR REAL NAME
& THE SKY'S SO BLUE
BUT I’M HAVING A BAD DAY
WHILE I'M PAINTING THE ROSES
& EVERYTHING IS YELLOW
I'VE GOT NOTHING TO BE AFRAID OF
SO YOU'LL START BEING MELLOW
& I'VE SAID THIS BEFORE
I CAN'T DO THIS ANYMORE
IT'S ALL I'VE ASKED FOR
(oh shit! here we go again!)
BUT WHAT THE FUCK DO I KNOW
IT TOOK THREE GIRLS ’TIL I COULD GROW
BUT I’M ONLY 16, NIC FIEND, A KING NEEDS A QUEEN
I CAN'T WAIT TIL I MATURE
WHO AM I TO PRETEND?
THAT THIS IS THE START, THIS IS THE END
BUT I’LL CALL UP SOME FRIENDS, DEPENDS
ALL THIS FOR A PEN
NOW I'M WASTED IN OUR REMAINS