Future
What the fuck were we thinking?
I guess it was age
We could blame it on the drugs
Yeah it's kinda nice, but it ends the same
You and me, the revolving doors
Elevators at your apartment
Where we would makeout
Just make other people nervous
What the fuck were we thinking?
I guess it was fate
Or just something that we made up
Yeah, just in case it could get us laid
We were terrible
But we were good at it, at it
Undeniable
So tell me what happened, happened
What the fuck were we thinking?
Our concience was missing
We used to be gods here
Now we’re 28 and no one listens
So to hell with the waiting
Yeah, what do they want
Us to pay for all our mistakes
And messed up shit we've done
Our former lives, a revolving door
Elevators in your apartment
Well could stay this way
Or we could move on
Written by Chad Sugg