Future

What the fuck were we thinking?
I guess it was age
We could blame it on the drugs
Yeah it's kinda nice, but it ends the same

You and me, the revolving doors
Elevators at your apartment
Where we would makeout
Just make other people nervous

What the fuck were we thinking?
I guess it was fate
Or just something that we made up
Yeah, just in case it could get us laid
We were terrible
But we were good at it, at it
Undeniable
So tell me what happened, happened

What the fuck were we thinking?
Our concience was missing
We used to be gods here
Now we’re 28 and no one listens

So to hell with the waiting
Yeah, what do they want
Us to pay for all our mistakes
And messed up shit we've done

Our former lives, a revolving door
Elevators in your apartment
Well could stay this way
Or we could move on

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Written by Chad Sugg