Twenty Five

Rett Madison

Compositor: Rett Madison

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?