You know, different cities
Do things to your bank account
I'd tell my teenage self
You gotta keep up with your mental, and physical health
And the drugs aren't worth the stealth
I'm sick of the dead set fear
That I've got a sinking ship to steer
My memory's not so clear
Enlighten me
How did we get here
How did we get here
And the walls are caving in
I've gotta let the right one in
You know that it's a sin
How did we get here
How did we get here
I'm sick of the dead set fear
That I've got a sinking ship to steer
My memory's not so clear
