I miss the way I felt when I had no regretsThe way the drugs would feel, they were hard to getThe problem is simple, nostalgia cycleMy mind is in a fight against the time that I haveWoah-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, yeahWoah-oh-oh, woah-oh-ohWoah-oh-oh, woah-oh-ohWoah-oh-oh, woah-oh-ohAnd I feel like I’m living on borrowed timeAnd I feel like I’m living on borrowed time
I miss the way I felt when I had no regretsBefore I lost myself in so much random sexI’m sleeping with strangers, ignoring the dangersScribble my past up, I scrubbed [?]Woah-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, yeahWoah-oh-oh, woah-oh-ohWoah-oh-oh, woah-oh-ohWoah-oh-oh, woah-oh-ohAnd I feel like I’m living on borrowed timeAnd I feel like I’m living on borrowed timeAnd I feel like I’m living on borrowed timeAnd I feel like I’m living on borrowed time