[v1]

I think I’m gonna throw up

from all the things that I love, but can’t have

and the feelings I hold, but shouldn’t have

I think I’m gonna throw up

from holding in all these thoughts

I know they’re gonna come out and fuck it all up

Wish I could take myself off like a sweater,

cut the tether, run together, cut the bullshit, take the bullet Never been good at repressing emotions

[chorus]

But new gets old

New gets old

New always gets old

New gets old

[v2]

Wish I could lift that knife from my chest

be content with the things that I get

and the luck I shouldn’t have

Wish I could just give up and give in to the life of safe bets, but I’m bound to my thick head

Cheap regrets over therapy

I get bored too easily

so I trade what I have for something else,

but there’s always something else [chorus]

And new gets old

New gets old

New always gets old New gets old [bridge]

New gets old (x2) [v1]

I think I’m gonna throw up

from all the things that I love, but can’t have

and the feelings I hold, but shouldn’t have

I think I’m gonna throw up

from holding in all these thoughts

I know they’re gonna come out and fuck it all up

Wish I could take myself off like a sweater,

cut the tether, run together, cut the bullshit, take the bullet Never been good at repressing emotions