Twenty-four I still havent done anything
I think I could move back home and nobody would miss me here
Write a couple songs and nobody would miss me
I might not write another song, like nobody would miss me
I used to think I’d write the song to get me out of the kitchen
I used up all of patience I used to think I was different
I waited so long
Guess what? I was wrong
Ghost riding the whip down Rt. 9 when it sinks in

Blank page baby
What I need is a blank check
Phone numbers in my contacts
Nothing in the bank yet
Blameless baby
Cause I never got the concept
Of cause and effect
It’s a constant affliction

Never text back
Never calm the addiction
To walking home or alcohol
Or someone else or talking slow motion
Only open up in a song
But what do I have to say that I ain’t said yet
It’s a blank page in my note app
I'm a blank slate and you know that
I can't get anything right

Another day and I don't feel amazing
Trouble in my chest everyday heart racing
It’s probably for the best I don’t get what I’m chasing
Cause gimme something good and I’m guaranteed to waste it
Said you wish that I stayed in the moment
Take a look at my life “you should grow up”
Five more years to 30 I need to focus
I can’t quit when I get emotional
Another day and I don't feel anything
The trouble with my head is my heart and it’s broken
Chasing after love I know is hopeless
Chase the Hennessy with Coca-Cola

Oh my god it’s the rest of my life
I don't know what I want
But I know what I like to do
Oh my god at the end of the night
I got everything wrong
But I'm feeling alright with you

Oh my god it’s the end of my life
I don't know what I want
But I know what I like to do
Oh my god can’t get anything right
At the end of the night
I got the rest of my life to lose