Twenty One Pilots —
Stressed Out

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© Compilador: Antón Gavzov // el jefe del proyecto (https://Muzland.es)
± PPS (tempo): ♩ = 85 pulsaciones por minuto

Lyrics and Music by Tyler Joseph

I wish I found some better sounds
No one’s ever heard,
I wish I had a better voice and 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.

Chorus:
     Wish we could turn back time
     To the good old days,
     When our mamas sang us to sleep,
     But now we’re stressed out.
     Oh, wish we could turn back time,
     Oh, to the good old days,
     When our mamas 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, homegrown,
A 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 treehouse homes,
We all would take the latter.

   Uh, my, my name’s ‘Blurryface’,
   And I care what you think.
   My name’s ‘Blurryface’,
   And I care what you think.

Chorus:
     Wish we could turn back time
     To the good old days,
     When our mamas sang us to sleep,
     But now we’re stressed out.
     Oh, wish we could turn back time,
     Oh, to the good old days,
     When our mamas sang us to sleep,
     But now we’re stressed out.

We 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 out their face,
Saying, “Wake up, you need to make money.” Yo!

We 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 out their face,
Saying, “Wake up, you need to make money.” Yo!

Chorus:
     Wish we could turn back time
     To the good old days,
     When our mamas sang us to sleep,
     But now we’re stressed out.
     Oh, wish we could turn back time,
     Oh, to the good old days,
     When our mamas sang us to sleep,
     But now we’re stressed out.

We used to play pretend,
Used to play pretend money,
We used to play pretend,
Wake up, you need the money.
We used to play pretend,
Used to play pretend money,
We used to play pretend,
Wake up, you need the money.

We 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 out their face,
Saying, “Wake up, you need to make money.” Yo!