Can I tell you a story
'Bout a boy who broke his own heart?
And he always blamed everybody else
But the truth is that he did it to himself
He made a couple songs and they got big
And he thought that he could do whatever he wanted
But it all left him with a hole in his heart
Ooh-ooh-ooh
Money buys you happiness
But ooh-ooh-ooh
It doesn't buy you time
The more that I get older
The less I wanna be sober
And I can't quit, goddamit
And maybe I'm just broken
And I'll never admit it
That I wish that I was younger
Yeah, twenty-six and I'm rich
How the hell did it come to this?
