Текст песни 25 - Spencer Day

From the moment you wake you just count your mistakes
Till you fall out of bed and you crawl down the hall
You feel so contrite, you canât stand the sight
Of the sunlight, the city and all

Now youâre 25, itâs the best year of your life
But you canât look in the direction of your own reflection
What you see cuts like a knife (and you know)

Everything is changing, and you just canât take it
Think youâre going crazy, youâre not gonna make it

All your little white lies are beginning to rise
And you thought they were buried (buried)
Dispense wit the pretense, your false innocence
Is now unnecessary
And itâs scary

When youâre 25, itâs the best damn year of your life
But youâre still a jerk who will never find work
Or a wife (and you know)

Everything is changing, boy youâre gonna blow it
You think youâre going crazy and everybody knows it
And you canât go back, but you keep on falling behind

Everything is changing, boy youâre gonna blow it
You think youâre going crazy and everybody knows it
Everything is changing, all you drams are dying
Think youâre going crazy, but what good is crying?
And you canât go back but you keep on falling behind