Twenty Five

I'm stuck at a day job that don't pay enough

Gettin' drunk off my last buck

This is the closest

I've ever come to heaven

And my bed is a revolving door of strange men

That all fuck me bored

And gettin' head is as close

As I've ever come to heaven

And why did I romanticize

Who I'd be by twenty-five

And I know that I'm still young

But how come I've run out of time?

And my pals are all making plans and playing house

And I don't got a damn thing figured out

So right now I'm as close as I've ever come to heaven

And why did I romanticize

Who I'd be by twenty-five?

And I know that I'm still young

But how come I've run out of time?

Oh, I know that I'm still young

But how come I've run out of time?