Won't somebody Google me the glory days of my life?
If they've come and gone I must've been sleeping, or high
Where was my Winnie Cooper? The violins with my first kiss?
Where is my Ambien now? This world's a headache that just won't quit
So could somebody help me find the inner peace
To help me survive these demons?
They stay out late, drinking with pretty girls
But tomorrow's the best you've ever felt, feeling like sh**
Because your emotions were always just a little too much to explain
And my reactions were always delayed like the southbound D-train
Tonight I'm almost drunk enough to explain
My tattoos and theories on censorship policies
I know I'm not alone, and this might sound inane
But once I felt your heartbeat in sync with my heartbeat
Today I'm going on strike, I'm not going to work
I'm not falling in love, I'm not getting hurt
Oh, time with you was like the flu...
All I remember was the heat
Won't somebody Google you the glory days of your youth?
It's got to be painful knowing it never gets better for you than high school
So hold your breath and blow the eyelash
And wish yourself some inner peace
If you blow me a kiss I'll flip you off
Because the whole town knows our story
And a cold brew tastes better than you
So I swear to God I'm done dwelling
Tonight we'll stay out late drinking with pretty girls to erase your memories
So where is my alcohol now? This world's a headache that won't quit
And we'll stay out late drinking with those pretty girls
Tomorrow's the best you've ever felt, feeling like sh**