Everytime when you start to tell a story
It feels like thousand years have gone
And I do the same shit without being sorry
Still haven't left this goddamn town
Who the f*ck would ever grow up
If we could remain sixteen?!
Our lives get boring so fast
You know what I mean
You tell me that I'm f*cked up
More broken than I've ever been
While I'm just doing my best
Living like a teen
After few drinks you confess me your feelings
And tell me that you feel the same
But like all the time on Monday you will leave the town
I understand you overcame
Wanking machine!