I’m not gonna talk about love on a brooklyn rooftopWhat a waste of timeThese drinks I’ve been throwing down adding up to a lotFor a monday nightTired of giving all that I getI’m tired of giving all that I getTired of thinking that’s all I feelI’m tired of thinking that’s all I feelGotta make a change while I canI gotta make a change while I canI don’t mind if you don’t like itRipping through this townCalling all my ex-girlfriendsBlowing all my money, throw it all awayBurning down my house, I’m a brand new personTryna get closer to feeling every dayA little bit less, care a little bit lessA little bit less, care a little bit lessA little bit less, care a little bit lessA little bit less, care a little bit lessI’m not gonna talk about love in the hollywood hillsSuch a waste of time (mm-hmm, mm)Never think about you and what your friends say about meWe’re all gonna die
Ripping through this town, calling all my ex-girlfriendsBlowing all my money, throw it all awayBurning down my house, I’m a brand new personTryna get closer to feeling every dayA little bit less, care a little bit lessA little bit less, care a little bit lessA little bit less, care a little bit lessA little bit less, care a little bit lessTired of giving all that I getI’m tired of giving all that I getTired of thinking that’s all I feelI’m tired of thinking that’s all I feelGotta make a change while I canI gotta make a change while I canI don’t mind if you don’t like it (ah)Ripping through this town, calling all my ex-girlfriendsBlowing all my money, throw it all awayBurning down my house, I’m a brand new personTryna get closer to feeling every dayA little bit less, care a little bit lessA little bit less, care a little bit lessA little bit less, care a little bit lessA little bit less, care a little bit less
