作词 : Ryan Met/Jack Met/Adam Met

作曲 : Ryan Met/Jack Met/Adam Met

I leave my house at three o' clock

With two hundred texts and two missed calls

Guess all of the friends that I pissed off

All talked

And I took a job for just July

But feels like I might be here for life

Yeah, I'm in it now, I'm in it now

Could I start again, somehow?

Yes, I'm a mess with an S on my chest

Got stress fillin' up my head

So I spent last night blowin' up my life

Now you won't see me again

Cheers to the front, and cheers to the back

And cheers to the 2010s

I could hate my guts when the sun comes up

But I like myself like this

I like myself like this

Why should I fix the shit I've done

When I could just pack my shit and run?

Delete every number from my phone

So long

Yeah, I'll get new shirts 'cause mine all stink

And I'll tell my boss what I really think

Yeah, I'm in it now, I'm in it now

Could I start again, somehow?

Yes, I'm a mess with an S on my chest

Got stress fillin' up my head

So I spent last night blowin' up my life

Now you won't see me again

Cheers to the front, and cheers to the back

And cheers to the 2010s

I could hate my guts when the sun comes up

But I like myself like this

I like myself like this

Yes, I'm a mess with an S on my chest

So I spent last night blowin' up my life

Now you won't see me again

Yes, I'm a mess with an S on my chest

I could hate my guts when the sun comes up

But I guess that's what this is

I like myself like this

I could hate my guts when the sun comes up

But I like myself like this