24

I'm walking down my old street
Looking for somewhere to eat
I saw the place we'd meet
When we were young and free
I wonder where we could be
If we could still be we
But that's all a dream
'Cause we fell too deep

Yeah, it's too little, too late
Fuck about what you say
Fucking up a Tuesday, ay

It's my life, it's not your show
But sometimes I need to let go
You think you're right but we all know
That your pride won't let you be wrong

'Cause you always come around with that face so pretty
And I hold my tongue when you say something witty
Will you ever be kind? That's the age-old riddle
No one knows

Okay, fuck everything the internet be saying
I don't live by the code that someone else created
Yeah, I went up the lonely road
It was cold, but I had to go

I had to make my own way
Now everything feel great
I wish we had our day
But now it's all too late

Yeah, it's too little, too late
Fuck about what you say
Fucking up a Tuesday, yeah
I don't care what the news say
Baby, it's a new day
Pouring up the D'usse, yeah

It's my life, it's not your show
But sometimes, I need to let go
You think you're right but we all know
That your pride won't let you be wrong

'Cause you always come around with that face so pretty
And I hold my tongue when you say something witty
Will you ever be kind? That's the age-old riddle
No one knows
'Cause you always come around with that face so pretty
And I hold my tongue when you say something witty
Will you ever be kind? That's the age-old riddle
No one knows