Boomer

Said you’re sick of blacking out at somebody’s house that you met on the internet That you made the same mistakes again and wound up in a tourniquet So tell me Do you think I’m worth this trouble of mine So tell me Do you think in the end we’ll be fine Hiding in the corner of living rooms at a house in Michigan Wondering if you’ll amount to more than a name on a certificate So tell me Do you think I’m worth this trouble of mine So tell me Do you think in the end we’ll be fine Causе these days It seems That I’m only half of what I used to bе Of what I used to be With broken collar bones from walking drunk and in the dark Reliving your worst moments while your crying in your car When facing your decisions become everything you despise Tell me in the end do you think that we’ll be fine With broken collar bones from walking drunk and in the dark Reliving your worst moments while your crying in your car When facing your decisions become everything you despise Tell me in the end do you think that we’ll be fine Do you think that we’ll be fine Said you’re sick of blacking out at somebody’s house that you met on the internet That you made the same mistakes again and wound up in a tourniquet So tell me Do you think I was worth this trouble of mine So tell me Do you think in the end we are fine