52 Hours, the world fades to black
Everything faded, the world looks too black
Like the night sky, without a moon - I hope my life returns soon
Cause if not, I don’t even know what I’ll do
Twenty One Pilots playing on the Car Radio
Whilst I’m speeding down the highway,
Stressed out, so unsociable.
I’m good, I’m fine. I Don’t wanna talk about it,
But adding to the pressure Isn’t gonna help to solve it.
I need you more, I put your song on the stereo
Because even though you won’t hear it, At least I know
The times I’m Stressed Out, You didn’t really care
The times you messed up. Well; you wasn’t really there
Funnily, I’ll be a millionaire one day.
Drowning in money, everyday feeling like a Saturday
Yet I’d still be drunk on Merlot and Sauvignon
Because A figure to me, high or low - Thats not whats on.
I won’t judge my life by a number in an account.
If you stress about the same, You won’t make that same amount!
52 Hours drunk worrying about this life
Even with the beauty and the pain - Rather cut this with a knife