Tired Eyes Video (MV)

Back when I was seventeen
I wore my heart out on my sleeve
Now I'm tripping off the memories
When we ain't got no place to be
We were racing in our shitty cars
Blasting the radio up and down the boulevard
It didn't matter what we had
We didn't give a f*ck about who we were

Now your
Moving on to better things
Got a nine-to-five job and a college degree
Guess you bought into the fallacies
Girl I've got to ask you
Whatever happened to the dreams we dreamt up
Laying in the grass looking at the stars
We didn't give a f*ck about who we were

Fall in love at the club every night
Love the way you watch me with those tired eyes
Take me home, home, home for the night
Make everything alright

Back when I was twenty-three
I got a job just ain't for me
And they always singing ooh, ooh
Same song on the radio fifteen times a day
Always messing with my attitude
'Cause they know that I don't give a damn about the biz
But I've got a hundred bills to pay
And it's just the way it is

Now I'm
Getting tired of the working scene
Got a nine-to-five job and college degree
Now I'm stressing bout reality
Girl I've got to tell you
I wanna be there when you wake up hungover
Saturday nights ain't never been sober
Would've thought life would have been a bit bolder

Fall in love at the club every night
Love the way you watch me with those tired eyes
Take me home, home, home for the night
Make everything alright