The thoughts that keep you up at night

And take over your days, you know the

Why the hell does nothing ever actually go my way?

They'll never fade away but surely

At 85 you'll see despite all of the overthinking

Just how well life came to be

Thats what she said to me

When I was younger and I

Didn't need to deal

With big emotions and the demon's voices

We call 'anxiety'

Back then, oh, never in my life I thought

I'd need to hear these words

Now, when I lay in bed, sleepless,

I remember what she said.

The thoughts that keep you up at night

And take over your days, you know the

"Why the hell does nothing ever actually go my way?"

They'll never fade away but surely

At 85 you'll see despite all of the overthinking

Just how well life came to be

They'll never fade away but surely

At 85 you've seen it all and know that

Every winter ends with spring

And that'll be how it's always been

When I was younger and I didn't know this loop

Of constantly thinking 'bout 'what ifs'

That most likely won't come true.

I couldn't wait to finally grow up, now I wish

I could go back, so I wouldn't have to lie in bed,

Remembering what she said.

The thoughts that keep you up at night

And take over your days, you know the

"Why the hell does nothing ever actually go my way?"

They'll never fade away but surely

At 85 you'll see despite all of the overthinking

Just how well life came to be

They'll never fade away but surely

At 85 you've seen it all and know that

Every winter ends with spring

And that'll be how it's always been