Oh oh, oh woah
Oh oh, oh woah.

Well it’s my turn to fire back at you:
I don’t need your shit anymore.
I can’t find the answers in a liquor store.So put away the bottles,
Throw away those cans,
Fuck it all, that just aint who I am.
These days

Oh oh, oh woah
Not these days
Oh Oh, Oh woah
Forget those days
Oh oh Oh woah

When that clock strikes 12 I’ll be away from here.
And if you’re not oh well,
If I’m gone oh well,
Oh you’ll miss me. When I leave…

Oh oh, oh woah.
Oh oh, oh woah.
Yeah when I leave