I think I’m done with twenty-oneThis isn’t that much funI made a bunch of friendsSo I could use 'em as excuses to get drunkDon’t feel like I’m enoughI bought a bunch of shit that doesn’t fitBut I can’t wait to take it offI cleaned my roomI paid my duesI did all of the things that they all told me toI filled my headWith common senseI did all of the things that everybody saidSo how come all the worst daysAre in the time of my life, time of my life, time of my?Yeah, baby, it’s my birthdayBut I still wanna dieTime of my lifeI think I’m done falling in loveThe last one left me numbI go to all the parties but I really only came here for the drugsThrew out my fake IDBeen staring at the mirror for a year but that girl still don’t seem like meI cleaned my roomI paid my duesI did all of the things that they all told me toSo how come all the worst daysAre in the time of my life, time of my life, time of my?Yeah, baby, it’s my birthdayBut I still wanna dieTime of my life, time of myIf this is it I want my money backDon’t make it lastI’m anxious and I can’t relaxYeah, how come all the worst daysAre in the time of my life, time of my life?Guess I’m gonna fake it'Cause I still look amazingI think I’m gonna waste thisTime of my life, time of my life, time of myIf this is it I want my money backDon’t make it lastI’m anxious and I can’t relaxYeah, how come all the worst daysAre in the time of my life, time of my life?
