Can I tell you a story about a boy who broke his own heartAnd he always blamed everybody elseBut the truth is that he did it to himselfHe made a cup of salt that got bigAnd he thought that he could do whatever he wantedBut it all left him with a homeless heartOoh, money buys you happinessBut ooh, it doesn't buy you timeThe more that I get olderThe less I want to beSo, I'm not going to beAnd I can't quit, god damn itMaybe I'm just brokenAnd I'll never admit itBut I wish that I was youngerYeah, 26 and richHow the hell did it come to this?And I wish I could tell youEverything is perfect, but it's notI've been staring at the ceiling for like 10 daysBut I'm pretty sure that I forgotI'm pretty sure that I forgotBut it's like to be a person who doesn't think that everything he does just sucksOh, it's a perfect world until it's notOoh, money buys you happinessBut ooh, it doesn't buy you timeThe more that I get olderThe less I want to be soberAnd I can't get over itAnd I can't quit, god damn itMaybe I'm just brokenAnd I'll never admit itBut I wish that I was youngerYeah, 26 and richHow the hell did it come to this?Yeah, 26 and richHow the hell did it come to this?More than I get olderThe less I want to be soberYeah, 26 and richHow the hell did it come to this?