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Stressed Out lyrics

I wish I found some better sounds

No one’s ever heard

I wish I had a better voice

That sang some better words

I wish I found some chords

In an order that is new

I wish I didn’t have to rhyme

Every time I sang

I was told when I get older

All my fears would shrink

But now I’m insecure

And I care what people

My name’s ’Blurryface’ and I

Care what you think

My name’s ’Blurryface’ and I

Care what you think

Wish we could turn back time

To the good old days

When our mama sang us to sleep

But now we’re stressed out

Wish we could turn back time

To the good old days

When our mama sang us to sleep

But now we’re stressed out

We’re stressed out

Sometimes a certain smell

Will take me back to when I was young

How come I’m never able to identify

Where it’s coming from

I’d make a candle out of it if I ever found it

Try to sell it

Never sell out of it I’d probably only sell one

It would be to my brother

’Cause we have the same nose

Same clothes homegrown

A stone’s throw from a creek we used to roam

But it would remind us of when nothing really mattered

Out of student loans and treehouse homes

We all would take the ladder

My name’s ’Blurryface’ and I

Care what you think

My name’s ’Blurryface’ and I

Care what you think

Wish we could turn back time

To the good old days

When our mama sang us to sleep

But now we’re stressed out

Wish we could turn back time

To the good old days

When our mama sang us to sleep

But now we’re stressed out

To play pretend give each other different names

We would build a rocket ship and then we’d fly it far away

Used to dream of outer space

But now they’re laughing at our face

Saying, “Wake up, you need to make money.”

Yeah

We used to play pretend

Give each other different names

We would build a rocket ship and then we’d fly it far away

Used to dream of outer space

But now they’re laughing at our face

Saying, “Wake up, you need to make money.”

Yeah

Wish we could turn back time

To the good old days

When our mama sang us to sleep

But now we’re stressed out

Wish we could turn back time

To the good old days

When our mama sang us to sleep

But now we’re stressed out

Used to play pretend money

We used to play pretend

Wake up, you need the money

Used to play pretend

Used to play pretend money

We used to play pretend

Wake up, you need the money

Used to play pretend

Give each other different names

We would build a rocket ship and then we’d fly it far away

I used to dream of outer space

But now they’re laughing at our face

Saying, “Wake up, you need to make money.”

Ya’ll