I Still Think We Made It

I won't lie

I miss the way it used to be

Back when we were just 19 and in our dorms

Now there's lights

And we're a little blinded by the beat

Of A new song every other week we can't keep up

Am I let down

Don't know, can't make a hot to go

Trying really hard but I know I'm not Chappell Roan

Woah, Woah

I Wanna sell out big shows

Wake up espresso

But I get a little tired, please please please

Let it go

Woah, Woah

I need space

From hearing your take on my life

Like your not The 1975

Anyway

Oh I had some help

No I can't do this on my own

I'm no country Post Malone

In your face

I should breathe more

Slow it down

Can't rush a beautiful thing

Wish I had more

Buy my wife a bigger ring

Woah, Woah

I got hot work

Cold play

Grind all the way to Sunday

I wish I had hits that never lost replays

Woah, Woah

Think we're long-term candidate

For making a couple hits

Our music in a CD staked up in your cabinet

The dream was always A-List

But I still think we made it

(Yeah!)