Off to the Races

Zoey, won’t you come over?

We can be awful together

But I suppose you’re over that

It’s been a couple of months since you’ve been bad

 

But me, I’ve just started

My heart is a barren garden

And I feel something breaking through

So, Zoey, won’t you come over and break the news?

 

I’m behind the curve

Seems everyone’s moved on, and I’ve just learned

The thrills of being young with low self-worth

Now I’m alone tonight, and I’m looking for a new way to get hurt

So, Zoey, won’t you come over?

I know it’s wrong, but getting old is worse

 

Zoey, you were a demon

Break a million hearts in a weekend

But I’m not keeping score

In fact, I couldn’t remember anymore

 

Back then I was a softy

Couldn’t handle a cup of coffee

I should have tried cocaine

I should have done this when I was underage

 

Now I’m behind the curve

Seems everyone’s moved on, and I’ve just learned

The thrills of being young with low self-worth

Now I’m alone tonight, and I’m looking for a new way to get hurt

So, Zoey, won’t you come over?

I know it’s wrong, but getting old is worse

 

I, I’m off, I’m off

I, I’m off, I’m off to the races

I, I’m off, I’m off to the races

I, I’m off, I’m off to the races