Stressed Out

Stressed Out - The Tibbs

Written by：Tyler Joseph/Josh Dun/Josh Dun/Tyler Joseph

I wish I found some better sounds no one's ever heard

I wish I had a better voice that sang some better words

I wish I found some chords in an order that is new

I wish I didn't have to rhyme every time I sang

I was told when I get older

All my fears would shrink

But now I'm insecure

And I care what people think

My name's blurryface and I care what you think

My name's blurryface and I care what you think

Wish we could turn back time

To the good old days

When our momma sang us to sleep but

Now we're stressed out

Wish we could turn back time

To the good old days

When our momma sang us to sleep but

Now we're stressed out

We're stressed out

Sometimes a certain smell will take me back to

When I was young

How come I'm never able to identify

Where it's coming from

I'd make a candle out of it

If I ever found it

Try to sell it

Never sell out of it

I'd probably only sell one

It'd be to my brother

'Cause we have the same nose

Same clothes home grown

The stone's throw from a creek we used to roam

But it would remind us of

When nothing really mattered

Out of student loans and tree house homes

We all would take the latter

My name's blurryface and I care what you think

My name's blurryface and I care what you think

Wish we could turn back time

To the good old days

When our momma sang us to sleep but

Now we're stressed out

Wish we could turn back time

To the good old days

When our momma sang us to sleep but

Now we're stressed out

Used to play pretend

Give each other different names

We would build a rocket ship and

Then we'd fly it far away

Used to dream of outer space

But now they're laughing at our face

Singing

Wake up you need to make money

Yeah

Used to play pretend

Give each other different names

We would build a rocket ship

And then we'd fly it far away

Used to dream of outer space

But now they're laughing at our face

Singing

Wake up you need to make money

Yeah

Wish we could turn back time

To the good old days

When our momma sang us to sleep but

Now we're stressed out

Wish we could turn back time

To the good old days

When our momma sang us to sleep but

Now we're stressed out

We used to play pretend

Used to play pretend

Bunny

We used to play pretend

Wake up you need the money

Used to play pretend

Used to play pretend

Bunny

We used to play pretend

Wake up you need the money

Used to play pretend

Give each other different names

We would build a rocket ship

And then we'd fly it far away

Used to dream of outer space

But now they're laughing at our face

Saying

Wake up

You need to make money

Yeah