Birthdays

Lyrics
[Verse 1] Said I was in it for the long ride, maybe not a long time But I let myself go I found some closure in the kitchen where I make decisions And get takeaway to go They said I gotta do my taxes, what the hell are faxes? And why does hair go grey? You mean it goes something like this? Misery is righteous Does someone know the way? [Chorus] Day by day, we push away The candles on our birthday cake We kick and scream, "Why me, oh, me?" As if wе don't need therapy You read a book that says you'll die Just by thе age of thirty-five So pour some tea, the joke's on me I guess I'll just build the marquee [Verse 2] Even at your best-dressed, wrinkles hard to digest With no one else to blame And you worry 'bout a blood test and the pain in your chest It's all time down the drain You don't know, you don't know anything Sleep well and rest up your hamstring We all grow, we all grow for something All or nothing [Chorus] Day by day, we push away The candles on our birthday cake We kick and scream, "Why me, oh, me?" As if we don't need therapy You read a book that says you'll die Just by the age of thirty-five So pour some tea, the joke's on me I guess I'll just build the marquee [Bridge] You don't know, you don't know anything Sleep well and rest up your hamstring You don't show, you don't show your G-string Tell Bob you worked on your back swing [Chorus] Day by day, we push away The candles on our birthday cake We kick and scream, "Why me, oh, me?" As if we don't need therapy You read a book that says you'll die Just by the age of thirty-five So pour some tea, the joke's on me We all grow, we all grow for something Day by day, we push away The candles on our birthday cake We kick and scream, "Why me, oh, me?" As if we don't need therapy You read a book that says you'll die Just by the age of thirty-five So pour some tea, the joke's on me I guess I'll just build the marquee [Outro] We all grow, we all grow for something You don't owe, you don't owe me nothing
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Credits
- Writers
- Aston Valladares
- Daniel Steinert