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