Broadway is black like a sinkhole
Everyone raced to the suburbs
And I'm on the rooftop with curious strangers
This is the oddest of summersMaybe I'll medicate, maybe inebriate
Strange situations, I get anxious
Maybe I'll smile a bit, maybe the opposite
But pray that they don't call me thanklessMy Tell-Tale Heart's a hammer in my chest
Cut me a silk tie tourniquetThis is my roaring, roaring 20s
I don't even know me
Roll me like a blunt 'cause I wanna go home
Roll me like a blunt 'cause I wanna go homeMy roaring, roaring 20s
I don't even know me
Roll me like a blunt 'cause I wanna go home
Roll me like a blunt 'cause I wanna, I wanna go homeOscars and Emmys and Grammys
Everyone here is a trophy
And I'm sipping bourbon, the future's uncertain
The past on the pavement below meMaybe I'll elevate, maybe I'm second rate
So unaware of my status
Maybe I'm overjoyed, maybe I'm paranoid
Designer me up in straightjacketsMy Tell-Tale Heart's a hammer in my chest
Cut me a silk tie tourniquetThis is my roaring, roaring 20s
I don't even know me
Roll me like a blunt 'cause I wanna go home
Roll me like a blunt 'cause I wanna go homeMy roaring, roaring 20s
I don't even know me
Roll me like a blunt 'cause I wanna go home
Roll me like a blunt 'cause I wanna, I wanna go homeHallucinations only mean that your brain is on fire
If it's Lord of the Flies in my mind tonight
I don't know if I will surviveLighters up if you're feeling me
Fade to black if you're not mine
'Cause I just need a sign or a signal insideThis is my roaring, roaring 20s
I don't even know me
Roll me a blunt 'cause I wanna go home
Roll me a, roll me a bluntThis is my roaring, roaring 20s
I don't even know me
Roll me like a blunt 'cause I wanna go home
Roll me like a blunt 'cause I wanna, I wanna go homeOh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
I wanna go home
Composição: Jake Sinclair / Jenny Owen Youngs / Steph Jones / Benjamin Freedlander / Brendon Urie / Gary Lindsay / Kenneth Harris / Maynard Ferguson / Sam Hollander / Toby Wincorn.
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