Can I tell you a story
About a boy who broke his own heart
And he always blamed everybody else
But the truth is
That he did it to himself
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
Ooooh money buys you happiness
But ooooh doesn’t buy you time
The more that I get older
The less I wanna be sober
But I can’t quit goddamnit
Maybe I’m just broken
I’ll never admit it
But I wish that I was younger
Yeah 26 and rich
How the hell did it come to this
And I wish I could tell you
That everything is perfect but it’s not
I was staring at the ceiling
For like 10 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 a perfect world until it’s not
Ooooh money buys you happiness
But ooooh doesn’t buy you time
The more that I get older
The less I wanna be sober
But I can’t quit goddamnit
Maybe I’m just broken
I’ll never admit it
But I wish that I was younger
Yeah 26 and rich
How the hell did it come to this
The more that I get older
The less I wanna be sober
Yeah 26 and rich
How the hell did it come to this