Can I tell you a story
'Bout a boy who broke his own heart?
And he always blamed everybody else
But the truth is that he did it to himself
He made a couple songs and they got big
And he thought that
he could do whatever he wanted
But it all left him with a hole in his heart

Ooh-ooh-ooh
Money buys you happiness
But ooh-ooh-ooh
It doesn't buy you time

The more that I get older
The less I wanna be sober
And I can't quit, goddamnit
And maybe I'm just broken
And I'll never admit it
That I wish that I was younger
Yeah, twenty-six I'm rich
How the hell did it come to this?

And I wish I could tell you
Everything is perfect, but it's not
I've been starin' at the ceilin' for like ten days
But I'm pretty sure that I've forgot
What it's like to be a person that doesn't think
That everything he does just sucks
Ooh it's a perfect world until it's not

Ooh-ooh-ooh
Money buys you happiness
But ooh-ooh-ooh
It doesn't buy you time

The more that I get older
The less I wanna be sober
And I can't quit, goddamnit
And maybe I'm just broken
And I'll never admit it
That I wish that I was younger
Yeah, twenty-six I'm rich
How the hell did it come to this?

The more that I get older
The less I wanna be sober
Yeah, twenty-six I'm rich
How the hell did it come to this?