[Verse 1]
Hold tight
There ain't no sense in living in the old times
Only real friends now, I cut the old ties
Changed the phone line
I closed my eyes to the wrong vibe
Ghostboy flat-lined
Why try now? I couldn't get the past right
Try my best to not let out the bad side
But when I think of you, it's just a bad time
Bad time, yeah, yeah
But I still feel like I'm younger
Like I'm only 17, got out of school for the summer
Take me to 2017 'cause now it's all just a bummer
Yeah, now I changed up the scene
I changed my mind and my number

[Hook]
Now I go slow
How I grow old is a tightrope
Holding on, could never learn to let go
I can't hold my eyes closed
Been on this flight too long
Like, when can I go home?
I can't write it off and act like
Everything's not anything at all
I can't write enough to get out everything
Only sing typos
You're not fair
Don't tell me I'm not there
You don't get me, you don't care
No empathy, all hot air, yeah
But it's alright
I just hope you're alright
Hope you'll be safe
Just cause I say I'm alright now
Don't mean I changed
That don't mean something's wrong
Like, if I don't seem the same

Like a night at the museum
I come alive when the night hits
Pivot vids and MW2 montages
I don't ask for pity or silver linings
I won't ask for anything you would not give
Talking to myself
I'm so off it, I know
I don't like fighting
When I fall, I hold my hands high up

[Hook]
Now I go slow
How I grow old is a tightrope
Holding on, could never learn to let go
I can't hold my eyes closed
Been on this flight too long
Like, when can I go home?
I can't write it off and act like
Everything's not anything at all
I can't write enough to get out everything
Only sing typos
You're not fair
Don't tell me I'm not there
You don't get me, you don't care
No empathy, all hot air, ay, yeah
I can't write it off and act like
Everything's not anything at all
I can't write enough to get out everything
Only sing typos