Can I tell you a story about a boy who broke his own heart
And he always blamed everybody else
But the truth is that he did it to himself
He made a cup of salt that got big
And he thought that he could do whatever he wanted
But it all left him with a homeless heart
Ooh, money buys you happiness
But ooh, it doesn't buy you time
The more that I get older
The less I want to be
So, I'm not going to be
And I can't quit, god damn it
Maybe I'm just broken
And I'll never admit it
But I wish that I was younger
Yeah, 26 and rich
How the hell did it come to this?
And I wish I could tell you
Everything is perfect, but it's not
I've been staring at the ceiling for like 10 days
But I'm pretty sure that I forgot
I'm pretty sure that I forgot
But it's like to be a person who doesn't think that everything he does just sucks
Oh, it's a perfect world until it's not
Ooh, money buys you happiness
But ooh, it doesn't buy you time
The more that I get older
The less I want to be sober
And I can't get over it
And I can't quit, god damn it
Maybe I'm just broken
And I'll never admit it
But I wish that I was younger
Yeah, 26 and rich
How the hell did it come to this?
Yeah, 26 and rich
How the hell did it come to this?
More than I get older
The less I want to be sober
Yeah, 26 and rich
How the hell did it come to this?