作词 : Ryan Met/Jack Met/Adam Met
作曲 : Ryan Met/Jack Met/Adam Met
I leave my house at three o' clock
With two hundred texts and two missed calls
Guess all of the friends that I pissed off
All talked
And I took a job for just July
But feels like I might be here for life

Yeah, I'm in it now, I'm in it now
Could I start again, somehow?

Yes, I'm a mess with an S on my chest
Got stress fillin' up my head
So I spent last night blowin' up my life
Now you won't see me again
Cheers to the front, and cheers to the back
And cheers to the 2010s
I could hate my guts when the sun comes up
But I like myself like this
I like myself like this

Why should I fix the shit I've done
When I could just pack my shit and run?
Delete every number from my phone
So long
Yeah, I'll get new shirts 'cause mine all stink
And I'll tell my boss what I really think

Yeah, I'm in it now, I'm in it now
Could I start again, somehow?

Yes, I'm a mess with an S on my chest
Got stress fillin' up my head
So I spent last night blowin' up my life
Now you won't see me again
Cheers to the front, and cheers to the back
And cheers to the 2010s
I could hate my guts when the sun comes up
But I like myself like this
I like myself like this

Yes, I'm a mess with an S on my chest
So I spent last night blowin' up my life
Now you won't see me again
Yes, I'm a mess with an S on my chest
I could hate my guts when the sun comes up
But I guess that's what this is
I like myself like this

I could hate my guts when the sun comes up
But I like myself like this