My friends tell me that I'm a bit much
Asking me why I always gotta be enough
But filtering my feelings
Only ever seems to be complicating things
I, I'm way too forward
But i don't want you in doses
No sign, no sign of slowing
I should hold back, but where's the fun in that?
I don't think I do too well
Well with moderation, well with moderation
I try to control myself
But I lack the patience, can't seem to slow the pacing
The way I self sabotage, I got it down to an art
I should hold back, but where's the fun in that?
I don't think I do too well
Well with moderation, well with moderation
When we go out, I ruin the fun
Think I know my limit but I always drink too much
Isolate myself from my friends
Sitting in my bed, always thinking the weekend
No sign, no sign of slowing
I could hold back, but where's the fun in that?
I don't think I do too well
Well with moderation, well with moderation
I try to control myself
But I lack the patience, can't seem to slow the pacing
The way I self sabotage, I got it down to an art
I should hold back, but where's the fun in that?
I don't think I do too well
Well with moderation, well with moderation
Where's the fun in that?
Where's the fun, where's the fun in that?
Where's the fun, where's the fun, where's the fun in that?
Where's the fun, where's the fun in that?
Everyone insists but i'm not convinced
When it comes to you, that i'm too forward
I try filtering all of my feelings
But I can't have too much of a good thing
But the way I self sabotage, I got it down to an art
I should hold back, but where's the fun in that?
I don't think I do too well
Well with moderation, well with moderation
Where's the fun in that? (where's the fun?)
Where's the fun, where's the fun in that?
Where's the fun, where's the fun, where's the fun in that?
Where's the fun, where's the fun in that?
Where's the fun, where's the fun, where's the fun in that?