Stressed Out [Emotional Roadshow Version] lyrics

I wish I wrote a different song no one's ever heard

I wish my mom would just admit she's sick of every word

Overplayed, overstayed, it was a smash hit

Funny how overplayed songs sound like crap

I was told that "true fans don't like this song,"

But I hope they sing along, I hope they sing along

My name's Blurryface and I care what you think

My name's Blurryface and I care what you think

Wish we could turn back time, to the good old days

When our momma sang us to sleep but now we’re stressed out

Wish we could turn back time, to the good old days

When our momma sang us to sleep but now we’re stressed out

We're stressed out

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 tree-house homes we all would take the latter

My name's Blurryface and I care what you think

My name's Blurryface and I care what you think

Wish we could turn back time, to the good old days

When our momma sang us to sleep but now we’re stressed out

Wish we could turn back time, to the good old days

When our momma sang us to sleep but now we’re stressed out

We used to play pretend, give each other different names

We would build a rocket ship and then we’d fly it far away

Used to dream of outer space but now they’re laughing at our face

Saying, "Wake up, you need to make money"

Yeah

We used to play pretend, give each other different names

We would build a rocket ship and then we'd fly it far away

Used to dream of outer space but now they're laughing at our face

Saying, "Wake up, you need to make money"

Yeah

Wish we could turn back time, to the good old days

When our momma sang us to sleep but now we’re stressed out

Wish we could turn back time, to the good old days

When our momma sang us to sleep but now we’re stressed out

Used to play pretend, used to play pretend, bunny

We used to play pretend, wake up, you need the money

Used to play pretend, used to play pretend, bunny

We used to play pretend, wake up, you need the money

We used to play pretend, give each other different names

We would build a rocket ship and then we’d fly it far away

Used to dream of outer space but now they’re laughing at our face

Saying, "Wake up, you need to make money"

Yeah

• Artist:twenty one pilots