[Verse 1: Tyler Joseph]
I wish I found some better sounds no one's ever heard
I wish I had a better voice that sang some better words
I wish I found some chords in an order that is new
I wish I didn't have to rhyme every time I sang
I was told, when I get older, all my fears would shrink
But now I'm insecure, and I care what people think, sing
[Pre-Chorus: Background Vocals]
My name's Blurryface and I care what you think
My name's Blurryface and I care what you think
[Chorus: Tyler Joseph, Background Vocals]
Wish we could turn back time to the good old days
When our momma sang us to sleep, but now we're strеssed out
(Oh) Wish we could turn back time (Oh) to thе good old days (Oh)
When our momma sang us to sleep, but now we're stressed out
We're stressed out
[Verse 2: Tyler Joseph]
Sometimes a certain smell will take me back to when I was young
How come I'm never able to identify where it's coming from?
I'd make a candle out of it, if I ever found it
Try to sell it, never sell out of it, I'd probably only sell one
It'd be to my brother, 'cause we have the same nose
Same clothes, homegrown, a stone's throw from a creek we used to roam
But it would remind us of when nothing really mattered
Out of student loans and treehouse homes, we all would take the latter
I wish I found some better sounds no one's ever heard
I wish I had a better voice that sang some better words
I wish I found some chords in an order that is new
I wish I didn't have to rhyme every time I sang
I was told, when I get older, all my fears would shrink
But now I'm insecure, and I care what people think, sing
[Pre-Chorus: Background Vocals]
My name's Blurryface and I care what you think
My name's Blurryface and I care what you think
[Chorus: Tyler Joseph, Background Vocals]
Wish we could turn back time to the good old days
When our momma sang us to sleep, but now we're strеssed out
(Oh) Wish we could turn back time (Oh) to thе good old days (Oh)
When our momma sang us to sleep, but now we're stressed out
We're stressed out
[Verse 2: Tyler Joseph]
Sometimes a certain smell will take me back to when I was young
How come I'm never able to identify where it's coming from?
I'd make a candle out of it, if I ever found it
Try to sell it, never sell out of it, I'd probably only sell one
It'd be to my brother, 'cause we have the same nose
Same clothes, homegrown, a stone's throw from a creek we used to roam
But it would remind us of when nothing really mattered
Out of student loans and treehouse homes, we all would take the latter
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