I’m twenty years going on twenty-one
I’ll buy myself liquor and drink myself dumb
Maybe when you get a bit older too
you’ll do all the things that you said you’d not do

Everything seems to just circle around
‘til everything’s lost and then nothing is found

Everyone said you’ve got nothing to lose
now I’m alone just myself and my booze
Maybe when you get a bit older still
we’ll go out for drinks and you’ll pick up the bill

Everything seems to just circle around
‘til everything’s lost and then nothing is found

Everything seems to just circle around
‘til everything’s lost and then nothing is found