Spencer Day Follow

From the moment you wake you just count your mistakes
Till you fall out of bed and you crawl down the hall
You feel so contrite, you can’t stand the sight
Of the sunlight, the city and all

Now you’re 25, it’s the best year of your life
But you can’t look in the direction of your own reflection
What you see cuts like a knife (and you know)

Everything is changing, and you just can’t take it
Think you’re going crazy, you’re not gonna make it

All your little white lies are beginning to rise
And you thought they were buried (buried)
Dispense wit the pretense, your false innocence
Is now unnecessary
And it’s scary

When you’re 25, it’s the best damn year of your life
But you’re still a jerk who will never find work
Or a wife (and you know)

Everything is changing, boy you’re gonna blow it
You think you’re going crazy and everybody knows it
And you can’t go back, but you keep on falling behind

Everything is changing, boy you’re gonna blow it
You think you’re going crazy and everybody knows it
Everything is changing, all you drams are dying
Think you’re going crazy, but what good is crying?
And you can’t go back but you keep on falling behind