Every headline, every deadline feels so seriously staged
Every expectation feels too hard to face
Oh, the pressure used to never take ahold of me this way

Oh, I miss my innocence, it felt so safe

´Cause those monsters under my bed became the ones in my head
Now, the grass ain´t so green and I´m not as naive as the old me

I used to dream of getting older
Now, I wish I could go back
´Cause all this weight is on my shoulders
Never used to feel like that
Tell me, have you seen the old me?
The guy who´s always drunk alive
´Cause I´ve been trying to find him lately
To see a better future through his eyes

Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh-oh

Oh-oh, oh-oh

Where´s the white eye, confident guy with the grin up on his face?
Where´s the optimist I was at half this age?
I miss my day dreams, miss my pre-teens, miss my stupid, young mistakes
But I know I´m still in the good old da-a-ays

I used to dream of getting older
Now, I wish I could go back
´Cause all this weight is on my shoulders
Never used to feel like that
Tell me, have you seen the old me?
The guy who´s always drunk alive
´Cause I´ve been trying to find him lately
To see a better future through his eyes

Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh-oh
Oh-oh, oh-oh

Those monsters under my bed became the ones in my head